World of words

Like the calm after storm, Like the heart after death, I now stand quiet in white, White, yes white! Had all the colours when I couldn't see Believed these are colours because I couldn't see Lost all my colours now I could see I could see, yes I can see! Only if I was taught? About things, what is what? Only if I had known, I was prone to exploitation; Only if I didn't have this heart, to be there nd there nd there  nd there nd there nd there nd there nd there nd all; Only if I never got to know, how it feels when someone's in my low; Only if God never sent a saviour, but just kept staring nd staring  the way now he is doing, I could've given him the pleasure to see a flower die, the pleasure to see a flower die. Nd now I feel, I feel, I should've burnt myself fully, instead of hugging another heart half-burnt; nd now I feel, I feel, I should've burnt myself fully, without giving my hands to another h...

 THE WHITE SPARROW Note:  This is my first exploration in writing a prose poetry, a free-style writing that comprises of both poetic rhythm as well as short story instilled in it. I know it's quite long, so please go ahead with reading sparing sometime. Please make sure you read at-once to get actual essence and joy. Will try making better and short in upcoming ones. Happy Reading :)  It seemed I'd come too far, from the dale where I used to dwell. A beautiful city there, lots of people and people all over,  Lots of buses and vehicles all over, lots of Rabble and horns all over. The Sun had almost set, yet just lots of lights and lights all over. It seemed I'd come too far, and I knew to see what's next,  I need some rest. Could'nt find any tree-hole there; Decided to pass just a night,  Sure tommorow has got something alright. Went along with the crowd. Didn't think for any reason, Didn't think for any direction. Just kept moving & moving with crowd. I...