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Jun 2012
When you're looking out the window
Of your bedroom at night
Looking into the stars
Into the boundless sea

Of lights you can't touch
Of colors you can't feel
You hold your hand out
You hope that you will reach

The expanse blue and white
Beyond the northern lights
Beyond what anyone has ever
Dared to be

You hope that you will someday
Catch a light in your hand
You will close your eyes
And hope against hope
That it doesn't flitter away
Like grains of sand
Like grains of sand

When you go to work in the morning
And it's autumn at its peak
Do you ever stop to pick up
A broken leaf?

I know it's dried and dead
Lying on a sea of red
But it was once a part
Of the sky

And then one day
When it saw you reaching out
It filled its heart with pain
It fell out to be a part of your life
It fell out because you had tried

Now it lies at your feet
Waiting for that one morning
When you will stop in your tracks
And bend down to recognise
The dream that you had once lost
When that fateful morning comes
All the leaves that you ignored
Will come to life once again

From the sea of red
A streak of green will emerge
People will thank you for ushering in spring
Until a few months pass
Till the novelty of it lasts
When winter will signal
It's time for you again
It's time for you again

To start reaching out to the expanse of blue
Above your head
It's just above your head.
Written by
Shibesh Mehrotra
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