Sunday, 11 March 2012
A strange night
The wind wade swift.
Cool and calm, with moon blessing those palm.
They are visible, the most they can be.
The night we once loved, the night we once celebrated.
I lean from my window and see.
It was this time we walked.
Unfazed by the shackles, devoid of affairs!
I see us one, careless and carefree.
I see the stall, that stands when the world rests.
Ice-cream is what it would serve, on a cool wintry night.
I see us run to it sporting night clothes.
Lost in our fight, lost in our flight, we are.
I lean further to see the bench we sat on.
Weeds have grown and rendered it moist.
I see you laugh as the wind brushes your hairs.
They are long, unkempt yet natural.
I see the wind grow cold and wild.
It carries a fragrance as our attire flutters with it.
I watch you as you imitate people.
Looking to grab my share of ice-cream!
I see you jump in joy.
When I fail and you hit the pole with the stone.
I love the moment, I live the moment.
For it gets us close, really close.
I lean and the wind gets wilder still.
The clouds have concealed the moon now.
Its dark and the wind bites.
The old man closes the stall and walks away sad.
For we were not there,
For you were not here.
I lean no more and close the window.
The wind has become intolerable.
Its loaded with moisture, its loaded with memories.
It wishes to bring water.
In form of rain, in form of tears….
Hand rises to wipe the eyes,
As I curl up close to my pillow and sleep.