Daily Prompt: Gray
[Few lines I scribbled few days back. Keeping it incomplete as it is because can’t get what to write next or what I had thought to write.]
The road that was Palash-Krishnachura colored
Now colored same, but, in gray scale, discolored.
We were strangers, to, became acquaintances then…
Lover…I do not doubt on selection of my words then
Now what has happened I can’t tell, yes, I can’t tell.
Our story needs to be a modern urban fairy tale