Look at these curtains
the gusts of wind jolt,
to slip themselves in,
to make their way into the home.
They barge inside,
to occupy the void,
and inquire me of the place,
where you used to sit and chat.
Passionate they’re,
they desire to see your heart
and feel your face.
I find myself stoic,
and perhaps they do too…
I wish to share with them,
few moments,
in hope, they may have
fragrance of requited love,
even if in fragments…
Since it were they who used
to play with your hair,
it was they who used to make me
fall for your scent.
It were they who used to
caress your cheeks,
and rendered me restless,
to do the same.
But they find out too soon,
that I don’t have
any reply for them!
Hence, they leave me,
untouched – in solace…
They too love you,
equally like me, perhaps,
but they can find a place,
where they can have their rest.
– Dedicated to the restless wind with calm essence, and calm ones with the restless sense, both seeking what they haven’t got enough of…
Image Credits:
1. Windows – Laurent Pernot art piece.
2. Screen cap from movie: Lincoln.