Your legs on my window
a presence in my world.
Then the night falls,
with the winter,
waiting to embrace me.
Through the window,
in the morning,
the sun comes to my rescue
when you leave me.
the winter is gone,
I can see around
the small trees, growing
like a nature’s song.
the other grass on the ground
like my emotions all around.
till the sea kissed the skies,
so far,
I am waiting
for your legs,
on my window to come around.

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About Sameer

Hi, I am from Mumbai (India). Film making is my passion and writing is a great relief. When ever I want to say something or felt about something I used to write poetry. I Started Writing poetry at an early age during school till now. Its the way to say what I feel most of the time about the things which happen around us, a unique way of sharing thoughts without being judgmental.

6 thoughts on “Window

  1. Louis Kasatkin

    This put me in my mind of the late 1960’s worldwide hit ” Windmills of Your Mind”- round like a circle in a spiral,a wheel within a wheel… My only question is – But to whom do those legs belong?

    1. Sameer Post author

      Thanks Louis… those legs… I must leave that to your imagination…. Thanks for the song reff. I should look into it.


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