Through the tiny crevices of a locked door

Through the tiny crevices of a locked door...
I have often seen stories that you never told me,

The climaxes have come and gone,

The actions are in free fall…

Come, hold them or they might break

and adorn my left pocket like your broken pen does

 

Many a times, I lifted scenes from the plays you forgot to write,

The characters you dreamt of have today come alive!

Open your eyes just for once to realise the drama

I am the living exposition of the plot you set

The verses you never sang became all that I have known of music..

The lyrics from your heart are today floating in the air around

the notes that your eyes reflected today echo in the stillness of my mind

Someday when you plan to wake up, we are having an encore!

In all the nights I saw you awake, working out the larger picture..
I was travelling in your dreams.. Believe me, they are beautiful...

The canvas you had left blank is still white at large

The yellowish tinge to it is nothing but a layer of time we’ve lost
Come, let’s recreate the landscape that was once our home!

In the light that gleamed through those crevices,

I often rummaged around for a greater meaning in the darkness that shrank

Sometimes all I could see was the pure expanse of blue

Of blue that lulls and the blue that rejuvenates

blue that gives hope and the blue that leads to new horizons

Blue that confines us and the blue that is limitless..

Oh! My vivacity, I know you’ll come alive in blue someday..

Till then let me steal glances of you!

Through the tiny crevices of a locked door….