Your Window

The moment, when I saw you-

Reading your novel beside the window..

The moment when I walked knowing there's no place i wanna go, when I saw you.... 

Sitting with your curly hair moving on your face, 

I could smell the aroma of your hair,

Just my intuitions making a maze...  

I walked like It's the last day... 

With no expectations holding me close,

No pains, no works, no worries, 

Just a blank mind, a notebook and a rose. 

There was a hillside I used to sit, 

Sketching something or writing some lines.

The sun holding a low lit-

that day, it looked so dull.

The ruction felt distant...

There was a bird, 

Lazy like me, cooing...

I wish of something to start,

But just had-

some "feelings" apart... 

The notebook stayed open, blank-

The pencil stayed blunt, so were my nerves. 

That window, your window...

I couldn’t stop but look at you.