They say ,lucky are the ones who have a tree,right outside their window!
Often each other witness the raw emotions, perhaps by the other side of the window.
May be they feel like giving a warm hug during their lows,wipe out the tears and a be in the shoes of a silent listener.
The one sees other growing old,with seasons changing and with the flavour of each form.
Sometimes warm like a sun,even other times like a dead winter cold.
They talk in solitude,they stare at each other,they thank each other for existing,at the right place.
They don't reveal much about their partnership,you know,they fear about the jinx.
They wait eagerly for the fresh beginnings,to a different new story to be shared.
May be different from what they have watched from the other side of the window.
They slowly merge into one soul,with a common interest.
The glass breaks off ,the grills disappear!
Quiet sometimes they stare at each other,in a void ,seeking for a validation, without any subject.
They leave their ego behind,wanting be a beloved of each other.
They long so hard to be heard,they shed their versions gracefully.
One day,they both grow old ,with grace!
All they wish to be re born as the same tree outside the window with the same human from the window.
After years,now I try to find the duo,I try and I try.
I see a window,with no man in there and a boundless space with no tree in there.
Their whispers left behind,still fly there , sometimes in a calm breeze,yet sometimes in a crazy storm .
They laugh together now,once which they couldn't!
They are listening to me,shhhh!
Be kind 🌻
~Navya Hegde
08.02.2024
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