A small quarantine space…
It gets names in accordance to my
wishes
It gets transformed following my
imaginations
Sometimes I call it a cheap
rampant ground,
Sometimes an unannounced ramp…
Sometimes a lane of struggle...
Sometimes a path of joy…
I can convert it into a staircase
for my dreams too…
This place pours me with the actual happiness
and
Accessorize with so much
enthusiasm as if i live for it….
Despite, it took so many things away
from me
Left me, ignored for multiple
times
Filled me with dissatisfaction,
Exaggerated my anger and elasticized
my boredom
But still I feel the vibes here
are so positive….
It energizes me to keep up my
faith,
It provides me an extra
adrenaline to maintain my attitude
It influences me to opt its
desires….
It still makes me want to share a
little warmth of my presence….
I can embrace it for all those
optimistic sparks and hate it for all those pessimistic charms
After all it’s my place …
Place of my belongings...
