it is not easy to be prudent taken in by the tensions of desires that delay and the trust that will sway pendulum of moods, i am aware of the fire and the ice that burns slowly and then gives way you had decided to take away all the curtains from my home while leaving it the other day but you left so many other weightier things behind did you want to see through the windows whether i had cried when the garden on the top of a hill was denuded the view from the top might not have been clear that day lot of clouds had decided to come in the way they rescued my tears the dance of my tears was not witnessed by the golden gaze of those eyes which have now turned away very far, for very long
when the curtains had already been taken away