by your window...

Sitting by your window
I got with perfect ease
The purpose of the breeze
That had all years these...
Played about your hair...
And made you hum
Love songs some...

The sight of sugar canes green
From your window as often seen
Kind of a miniature wilderness
Brought to me your rusticity dense...
Your happiness and scraps of pains
Painted on walls...tiles...
Books lonely bedside piled...

Sitting by your window rewound
Within me sights and sounds...
Of nocturnal ecstasies...
Of cigarette smoke passive...
Of worn down ashtray woody feel...
Cobwebbed visions by black glass sealed...
Of a pond a few yards away covered by leaves-
Of palm and coconut trees...

Suddenly the car honked
And my visions got a jolt...
It was time the horn said...
To catch again the road there laid...
To go back...to leave...
To wake up from my sleep...

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