Sitting near the open door ,
cool breeze brushing through ripe hair
caressing the wrinkled face , there sits an old lady
her eyes waiting for something magical to happen
several times she makes two cups of coffee
one for herself and other for her husband
but soon she realizes ,
that he has left her in that big , lavish house . decorated with still,calm,questioning void
the other cup is often offered to a passerby ...
white pearl chain , adoring her ripen beauty
a big ,heavy diamond ring resting on her hand
often experiences a turn or two
probably it is her engagement ring ....
as the sky turns blue from yellow
chirruping sparrows can be seen near her door
she rises up , goes in
brings two cups of coffee and some grain
showering the grains on the floor
chirruping slackens ... grains showered more
sipping her coffee she looks at the other
kept still , untouched
everyday i see her ... my mind feels a deep sense of calmness
heart embosses with love
but....
today there was no one on the door
things became uncanny
the silence seemed soothing no more
yesterday's coffee still kept on the table
sky drenched with blue
sparrows sat calm
there is no chirruping .... all is still ,
soaked in questioning tranquility
