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Apr 2014
YOU
As I sit alone and ponder
over;
a window sill,
a busy street,
a coffee mug,
a ringing phone,
a blowing wind,
a blooming bud,
you almost step in;
like you stepped into my heart;
tiptoed into my life
and then, we both , into each others lives.

At home, the mirrors are,
perhaps, dizzy with your presence.
The television , panting – on running a marathon.

And perhaps; the same flower intoxicates us,
with its fragrance,
on the very evening, when we felt the wind on our faces.

Leena.
Leena Adhvaryu
Written by
Leena Adhvaryu  Mumbai, India
(Mumbai, India)   
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