Looking up at the ceiling,
Knowing not when it will fall down,
Knowing not when the rains will come,
To drench him in his sleep…
The dirty room,
Painting the dirty picture,
Haunting him day and night,
Killing him slowly and stealthily…
With heaps of clothes,
Decorating the room,
With dust adorning the room,
The room is painted dirty in rainbow colours…
The dirty picture,
Has taken away his sweet dreams,
The dirty picture,
Has left his life hollow…
When he dreams of a sweet home,
They are cut down by sharp swords,
Of hate, tears, words and deeds,
The dirty picture lingers on and on…
Every day he steps in,
With thoughts to ignite passion,
Every day he sleeps lonely,
With suppressed n’ unfurled passion…
Every day he seeks love,
Every day he seeks care,
Every day he seeks attention,
But every day he sleeps lonely…
The love of his life has flown afar,
Standing far she turns her back,
As though telling him to back away,
He is back again into loneliness…
Every day he sends his love,
Every day he shows he care,
Every day he caresses her,
Only to realize that all is in vain…
Is it because – she lost her respect?
Is it because – she hates him?
Is it because – there is no more love?
Or is it because – he is impotent?
Every day his mind is churning,
With pain and torment…
Every day he is lying naked,
With unreturned love…
He tried facing her with her disdain,
She sees each attempt as bouts of jealousy,
Ignoring him and his attempts to seek love,
She pushes him again into loneliness…
Down on his knees, with a heavy heart,
He looks up to his Lord in the heavens,
Asking him to give his love back,
And live life in sublime love…
He knows not – when that time will deflower,
For him to become one with her,
To push forth his passion and love,
To feel her love and care…
Every day with trust in the Lord,
He is waiting for her,
To step out of the dirty picture – and live life,
With all the love, care, sharing and passion they once shared…
