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.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC
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.
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