Poetry

Poem: You

By: Leena Adhvaryu

windowsill

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.

At home, the mirrors are,
perhaps ,dizzy with your presence.
The television panting – on running a marathon
And perhaps, the same flower intoxicated us
with its fragrance,
on the very evening
we moved into each others lives.

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