Sit by the window, if you have to.

Someone's broken heart? 

Sit by the window, if you have to,
yearn for the stars to swim, if you need to,
watch the weather change and when,
if it doesn't, let your thoughts engulf you.

Your thoughts cannot but take you,
they make you who you are, after all, and
in them rests the sunrise, and the hay,
and the tulips; also the deadening dismay.

If those tulips lay in your hands,
and not there; and letters never written,
for letters are never written
amongst those meant to together lay.

Hush you say, and end the silliness,
the darkness deepens, the clock ticks away,
a gentle voice of longing begs you,
to come pour those thoughts; into her sleep.

The breeze is intoxicating, and in its breast
the magnolias sway, so sensuously; you're smitten
by the way the colors of lamp light mix
with the grim sky, motherly earth and the pink.

Pleasantries exchanged, the clouds
bid adieu, to the hills they rested gently upon,
and atop them rises, somewhere,
a faint glimmer of the beckoning dawn.

If that dawn had lit up in your heart,
and not here, in the sky, where it is but lost,
if you had dreamt the stars swimming,
and not still, as they are today, who knows.

You smile, acknowledging the world,
beyond the moorings that tug at you, and then,
the dawn really does break, and it glints
as she awakens, in her eyes; they consume you.

Kartiek Agarwal.