Bedroom window!
One late evening I got up from my post
put on a red sweater over my white jumper
opened my bedroom’s window silently
and jumped out
ground under my feet was soft, muddy
but somehow my shoes stayed clean
so much so that the shoe shine boy
I had been watching since morning
asking almost everyone who passed by
to get their shoes polished
did not even bother to look at me
with clean hands I opened that
rust covered iron gate of human park
I had seen it being painted with maroon
long long time back
now it looked something between
black and red with smoky grey
there I saw him standing by balloon stall
leaning against a lamp post yet unlit
as evening was still fresh
all around, in my mind and in his too
I knew as I read instantly
the most fresh page of his mind
he had painted a beautiful woman
with all her grace and bare charm
his deft fingers were lost in her shining mane
her arms longing to surround his shoulders
but falling short
evening was moving gradually
but I found him in no hurry
he picked up a mascara brush
and painted her eyes in green
as I walked closer and closer
I felt fragrant air of the park getting thicker
air flew in my direction and with it
all balloons came my way
filled my path with wondrous delight
I was lost in their dance for some time
and when I passed through this joy
he was gone
but he had left one of his paint brush
with the portrait of that beauty
holding both in my hands I stood wondering
if this was what I had jumped out of my bedroom window!
