They said,the street that was ahead was a red light..
And I wondered,is it not a beautiful street then,with red light?
Light is light,be it red,blue or purple..
Be it green,yellow and brown..
Light is meant to shine,no matter what it's colours are..
Laughing at my foolish ideas,they left,shaking their heads..
And step by step I walked forward,with the blurry images,
With the faint echoes of footsteps guiding me,
With the strings of heart pulling me..
Towards the red light area..
Since long had my white robe drenched and become black..
Since long had my feet lost sensation,as it was red burning too,
Since long my eyes had lost sight ahead..
As jabs, crashes,and honks sound blared..
Since long I had lost my arms..
Since long I was not me..
Still,faintly the string of heart played..
How long it had been,who was on the other side..
Whose pain could keep me walking,as if drunk,
Whose laughter could make me laugh..
All I did was walk..
When walk I could not,
I crawled..
Towards that other side,of the red light..
That was burning with black..
