Even or maybe
Is an abstract with 99% faith….
Which maybe could even
The scrambled shades of the portrait….
That once portrayed
Affection as the ruby red….
Shining brightly against
The blues and other dusty taints….
Space sharing was fun
Standing besides you was indeed….
Time’s favourite iterative
And history’s most adored tale….
Then there again would be a thinking
Who would have thought….
Whether to walk without blinking
Or wrap it up within time’s knot….
It all happened when destiny played it’s part
By Leading the race against colour, differences and caste….
Life was beautiful when we were the full-stop awaiting at the world’s end
Now there’s this blank line waiting….
To be written all alone with the thought of
Even or maybe….