the room

she never knew her life

would turn over a new leaf, 

and falling red silk

Semal flowers

on the city's roads, 

where she was strolling

with bubbles in her head, 

guessing if they urge to

change her rest summers, 

winters, rains and life. 

he never knew 

how the scariest night

of his life would be 

shaked by her curiosity

and zeal because 

she already had words

written for the world

still she lent all her ears

very close to his heart. 

two lives in two worlds, 

where he's just lost and

she's still wandering, 

like a greater man, 

he had preserved 

all his cold heart to 

melt it just over her 

childish shoulders, 

as if these melted rivulets

were flowing through rigidities

of life he had carried till

and yearning to be imprinted 

in her newest poetry. 

like a vulnerable girl, 

she had opened her

hands just to wrap

them tightly around 

his strong shoulders, 

her hands interlocked

tickling with his neck 

as she chose to throttle

herself to live movements

of his chest and inhaling

her part of breaths 

from his part of breaths. 

that room still knows

only those two lives, 

those two persons, 

window still allows 

the wind to touch 

and refresh the place 

where they hugged, 

and stayed still for

seven seconds to 

decipher their energies

to all seven universes, 

the door is still latched

to refrain the love

to ever leave that room, 

the love made

by the girl who thought

that red blossom would 

make her existence maroon

and the boy whose dried 

leaves were trenched 

by the rains on the 

very first day he met her. 

the curtains of that room

still blow when the wind

carries the fragrance of that love. 

- chetna 🌻