As she stands and watches the water flow, I wonder where her mind would go. What is it in the river that she sees? Is it the way the ripples in the water catch her eye? That cause her to think of a life gone by. Or is it the clouds that form in the sky above that remind her of a time when she felt loved. Does the water heal her mind? Or is it the wakes in the water as the ships slowly move past her. I wonder if I’ll ever figure out the maze in her mind. Or the emotions she feels when she sees me walk by. Her inclination is like the deep blue sea, most of it beautiful with a storm on the way. The deeper you go the harder it is to stay. Yet I still want to dive in and survive her waves. Till they slam me against the rocks on the shore. Till they break my heart, but I scream for more. The river moves in front of her brown eyes, the breeze hits her hair and her fragrance moves by. I slowly put my arms around her waist. What I feel right now is worth the waves, where the years seem to pass like days. As I stand with her as the water flows.
"Main idhar udhar fisalta hi raha
Ye man kabhi sambhalta hi nahi
Hoon yaadon mein chupa
Ye shaam kaise rang si hai
Uddti utarati patang si hai
Main kal ki raahon mein hoon basaa
Ye waqt bhi mujhe bhulaa gaya".
LIFE IN A WINDOW.