I REMEMBER. It was not like any other moment. I was standing in my ward. The ever dark and cold closure. My dampened single-bed room. My four-walled medium. While, it was outside, so calm and still Must be hibernating. But poor creature, it waited Waited, just a handspan away from my window pane. And my bolted glass window did not welcome it. And so it waited, settled Closely watching another soul like itself.
I stood more like a rock Staring at that pallid one. Communicating in dead-muteness. A despirited eye-contact. In a moment or so, I slash Slash my burdened eyebrows O'er my wet eyeballs. Apologizing for my plight Of unexplainable helplessness. And it waited there, calm and still, Hearing my unspoken Testimony.
Thus we waited staring at each other And between us was the adamant Glass Window - slumbering soullessly!
It was darker than me. But was getting paler and paler. And I stood at the same spot Staring and blinking Waiting for it to flutter away. Afterall, unlike me, It had a huge space to fly. And I know that, for I've stared, Out of the window before, The whole world. But it stayed there As if, afraid of flying, like me.
Hands swept across the clocks And It turned paler to a fairer one Stained with frozen crimson red veins. And by twilight the fair creature broke its penance. Got blown by the breeze And laid on the soft snow On the concrete floor. Then there was voidness. Nothing to stare at. No more soul to share my story.
I stood there, calm and still But this time a tear rolled down From my sunken eyes. And then I closed my eyes in prayer and wished for the courage to Shatter the glass window And jump out To become a gravestone For my li'l pal's corpse.