I open my window
All glass and glory,carved at the corners
Painted on it,my favorite lilies
Once i am done marvelling, i look beyond that
I see your Mahogany window, closed and curtailed
No life thrives beyond it, just some echos remain

Last year,a rural house was locked in this urban city
But alongside this house,a souvenir remains
A dark,dense,impenetrable peepul tree
It looks down, looks up
and looks three sixty degree
When fails to find his neighbor, we two together feel lonely.

Still , i see you scampering down the stairs and hiding in alley
Ignoring your mom's yelling, not bothering what consequence could be
waiting for me to come and rush to kiss me
holding me close and breathing inside me
Years of adolescence were drenched in rain
Not a moment without thoughts of each other, as naturally as in body a heart remains.

I was about to be eighteen , when you sneaked into my room
You brought with you candles, cake and one woeful news
My birthday wishes mocked at me as you were telling your story
You said " Baby! listen to me, it's time to move on,
there's life ahead of me waiting and i have ladders to climb
My ambitions won't let me sleep and as for you, we've had pretty good time."