I decided to open my window,
After a long time,
Towards transparency
From translucency
Wishing to see the other side
I had hope in my heart
Last night's dream seemed to agree
That I had a wish
A wish to the window,
Not to a shooting star
I hoped- new light beamed in,
Lighting up my dark garden
I hoped- winds of change rushed,
Reviving my dead garden
A slight push to the window,
Gentle breeze charged in,
Reviving my dead garden,
Colouring my garden with
infinite shades!
As though a miniature spring in the moment
Suddenly- strong winds blew,
Sands o' sands
In my eyes, on my hands,
Leaves shivered in their sandy graves
Reviving- winds blew,
So did- the killing loo,
Both winds-
But different company they kept,
One water lifegiving
Other carried sand - just dry sand!
Did nature teach me never to open my window again?
Or did it teach me a lesson in life?
~Ajay
April 2017
