If It Ends-
I sit by my bedroom window, the clouds are drifting somewhere, the murmuration above me is folding and unfolding across the sky, the koel singing its cry late into the night And somewhere between their leaving, and the cry thinning into silence, I too have drifted from what I was looking for, has lost its shape and is blur now. It doesn't matter to me anymore, that's what I've told them evermore. I stand further back now, wishing we had never been there, hoping it's not the end yet. Oh! What have I become! If It Ends It Ends a you in me, a hope in me and a quite smile I never named. Perhaps, a me in you ends as well.....







