The walls were my very best friends
The walls were my very best friends; as I boisterously conversed with them for hours
immemorial; after the closest around me had turned a deaf ear to even the most brilliant
of achievements; some shunting me due to lack of time; some shunting me brutally due to
prejudice,
The walls were my very best friends; as I shared the most eccentric of my secrets with
their invincible hardness; b’cause if I did the same with the society outside; it’d pounce
and exploit me for my deficiencies to the fullest; and till the last breath I exhaled,
The walls were my very best friends; as I adorned them with an infinite lines of spell-
binding poetry; after the actual girl whom I’d written them for; preposterously ridiculed it
and torched it alive,
The walls were my very best friends; as I banged my fists and legs against them an
infinite times; after the pangs of livid isolation and worldly subterfuge; had thwarted me
beyond any conceivable realm of sanctity,
The walls were my very best friends; as I unabashedly wept the most intricate woes of
my heart against their impregnable stoicism; after my cherished near and dear; labeled
me as only an emotional fool for the heartfelt moisture in my eyes,
The walls were my very best friends; as I sang a countless tunes of peace; towards their
united oneness; after all I was coerced to do by my relatives; was work from 9 to 9 like a
robot; in the malicious corporate world outside,
The walls were my very best friends; as they altruistically saw me for what I originally
was and born; and not for money; status; sanctimonious position in the society that I’d
vapidly attained,
The walls were my very best friends; as I made compassionate love to them tracing even
the obscurest of their contours with my roving fingers; after all that emanated from the
eyes of my own beloved; was nothing else but venomous abuse,
The walls were my very best friends; as they blissfully sheltered even the most
evanescent of my shadow and desire; after all that blew outside was acrimonious wisps of
smoke and pugnacious war,
The walls were my very best friends; as I wholesomely leaned upon them whilst eating
my food; sleeping and tingling adventure; after the natural environment; trees and
wildlife; were satanically bombarded by materialistic man outside,
The walls were my very best friends; as I uninhibitedly perpetuated them with my
footprints; thumbprints and veritable signatures; after no other parchment of paper or
space on this parasitic earth; was ready to accept them,

The walls were my very best friends; as I poignantly deciphered every intricate thread of
my past in their fathomless recesses and darkness; after my own blood indefatigably
advised me to massacre all emotions; and turn murderously practical,
The walls were my very best friends; as I embraced them wholeheartedly like a child
embracing its mother; finding undefeated compassion in their egalitarian chest; after no-
one else in the world dared touch my body; grievously afflicted with hiv-aids,
The walls were my very best friends; as I proclaimed even the most hidden fantasy of my
heart fearlessly infront of them; after the planet outside had hedonistically trounced me as
a worthless imbecile,
The walls were my very best friends; as my paintbrush treated them as the ultimate
canvas of life; inexhaustibly permeating them with poignantly vivacious color; after my
own envious kin wanted my fingers to be cut in broad daylight,
The walls were my very best friends; as I exercised against them for unceasing minutes
of the day and night; toning each dormant muscle of my body to face the ghastliest of
traitors; after every ingredient of the world outside had become the blackness of
treacherous war,
The walls were my very best friends; as I sought unparalleled inspiration looking at their
unshakable periphery; even in the fiercest maelstrom and rain; after every organism in
this manipulative world today trying to endlessly pin me down,
The walls were my very best friends; ardently listening to each of my passionately
throbbing heartbeats; after all that the alien globe gave them; was an unsurpassable
graveyard of licentious betrayal,
The walls were my very best friends; unnervingly allowing me to ecstatically breathe
down their naked nape; after my own revered beloved; discarded me disdainfully like
reproachful shit; declaring my breath as foul….
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