Four Secretive Walls

Away from the usual rushing crowd and customary 

So as to attain solace and delve something new I seek solitary

Where I can freely imbue my thoughts, deep feelings and realization

The creeping urge of it within has refined my life's interpretation 

It has stowed and extended me to a different visionary world 

Where you read and perceive different stories without hurled 

Insensitive to rest of the crowd it confronts in shades various

Like this, I've read many of the secret stories ; Anonymous!

Peeping through the lane, my eyes wander to embrace and pertain

Entrancing a picturesque behind the four walls and curtain

There are so many four secretive walls all around me  

Conspire a perception, the same moment could be of grief or glee

Those split seconds bless birth to someone and takes away someone's life

My sight clutches their encountering vibes vary from refrain to strife 

Some of them screams aloud to get my attention and empathy

But then, a realism overtakes; Am no one to interfere and I turn apathy