The Frame on the Wall....

Last rains I found cracks on the walls, the walls inside which I exist. I don't know how seasons are playing but these walls have dampened and developed cracks that run down like the blue tears on her cheeks. Once these walls used to mark the fortress inside which there was a world, a world that defined me, a world that fortified my existence from the world outside these walls, a world that I assumed to be perfect. Rain used to dance on the window panes, writing undecipherable messages on the window glass with its finger like little drops but now it just seeps through those cracks and like me sits by the corner, terrified and confused. Inside those walls there used to seem no day, no night, everything I assumed had stopped but now suddenly the winds have changed. That frame on the wall seems to be tilted by the changing winds. The dampness running down the walls to the very corner stone has disturbed the foundations just like someone has dropped a pebble into the stagnant water of my existence but the difference is that the ripples are not just on the surface but reaching deep into my soul.
I don't know how long these walls will survive the foreplay of the season but I am sure that the worst or should I say the best is yet to come because the tilted frame on that wall speaks volumes of the forthcoming changes.....


P.S: This post is inspired from a poem written by the legendary Gulzar sahab. This is my interpretation to his poem reflecting my personnel inferences.