A nice big yellow square with usual decorative patterns,
Giving it a feel of a psychological completeness.
I have been so naked in front it;
Stripping of my best and my worst.
It witnessed my laughter when I feel in love,
Saw me breaking into pieces when I fell out.
When I fought with Ma and played with the baby sister.
There has been days.
There has been nights.
I had sat by the same old window,
Letting the night breeze blow into my head.
Resting against the panes,
While it caressed my heavy head.
I let the smoke out through the square,
Spilling out secrets about the Dream to the breathing green,
Their visible silhouttes so beautiful in the dark!
While staring out at a distant red house;(Sometimes at 2am very few men walk by).
Nights after nights it dreamt with me. Dreams with me.
It is unfair how we almost overlook our intimacy with these little elements from the very same living!
The door knob I touch everyday knows the texture of my palms,
The worn out white T-shirt I wear everynight knows my smell,
Or even that blue toothbrush; the first thing I hold every morning!
Just like that same old window.
Very special.
Very own.