Poem: You

By: Leena Adhvaryu


As I sit alone and ponder
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.

Categories: Poetry

Tagged as: ,

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.