when the cushion of concerns
does not seem too cosy for memories to incubate
just get up and start walking
open the window and let the breeze come in
who knows some clouds will descend and enter your room
through the open window and moisten the lips which had been dry
and a bit cracked
and then don't ask for any thing, just fold them and whistle
and sing songs
of the moments of joy
which were never too far away
when you were close to yourself
and all that you cherished when alone