looking out of window,
from my office's desk,
I can see clouds hanging in the sky,
ready to break apart and fall...
I wish I could go out,
for a walk holding hands,
let the tiny drizzle of water,
brush my face..or kiss my feet.
And listen to a soft track,
from that same diary whose pages..
are kept in some part of eye’s mind..
which you seldom tap into.
or sit in a huge soft chair..
in the balcony of yours..
with a cup of tea and fries...
recollecting people you knew once..
People whose company you enjoyed...
for a minute or for years..
Yet, they all seem to be living..
far far away where you can’t reach...
it brings up that smile back,
on otherwise boring day,
When you look out the windows...
And watch it FALL..at its own pace & will.
