with memories.
Sky fills with hopeful
reveries.
The weightlessness of
my heart must be a hint
of an unknown longing.
The urge to fly-
must be a sign of a
distant love arriving.
The persistent chirps of
sparrows from the balcony,
The fresh shoots on the
Almond trees-
Spring must be an
anomaly of her feelings.
Sometimes, through my
stained window,
When I see a rainbow in
the sky- I wonder if
she put it up there.
Do seasons still wait
For her approval?
The weather still complies
To her instructions?
It almost makes me
Believe,
That somewhere,
She too thinks about me.
And the earth,
Briefly bends in our
Favour.