Spaces became so vast like how the light travel fast
Dust, stains, rust and rugs became useless and visible
The chair where you used to sit stares from the window
The room that is lively and bright turned to a widow.
Where are the noisy laughter and happy songs?
Like how the story telling got drag for long.
The silence became awkward that it made the ears deaf
Even the heart I have become mute.
Who was the one who keep on rocking that chair?
When did the decoration of the room become lifeless?
Why does my heart beat like a limiter?
How did the room, chair and heart turned empty?