Longing In Silence

Sitting By The Window

Sitting by the window
Gazing at the lucid greens
Wavering in the soft breeze
Dancing the most beautiful forms
Happiest, they seem,
Fresh from the last shower
Glistening in the sun this hour.

And there is
The smell of earth
When the soil and the raindrops
Unite most ethereally
Like distant lovers
And elucidate
The fragrance of love.

An immense sky
Spotted with cotton shapes
Big and small, of all sorts
Lay there, but behind
The towering trees
And through it zigzag
The sun rays
Yet hindered sometimes
By the occasional cyclist,
On it's way to my window.

Here it strikes the wire mesh
And form patterns of a million little squares!
Oh, how much I love it!
As I put my face
Right on the master piece of natural art.
And I feel the warmth of the sun,
My cheeks as bright as never,
And I dream of a most mysterious room
Of sun-made patterns and no bricks,
Wire mesh shadows and no tricks.

Just now and then, the sun is gone
As clouds in action sprawl upon
Shady figures and arts, all yawn
While rainy fragrance is going on,
And so my dreams in this magical morn.

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I wrote one after so many days, and it literally came out of a similar experience.
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Love you all dear readers 🖤