Friday, January 7, 2011

Sometimes when I lie awake on my hostel bed, I look out of my little window and think whether you think of me the way I think of you.
I wonder if you ever picture me walking down the street below your window, or see me bending over a book in our seven storeyed library.
I wonder if you ever think of the way I look when I run my fingers through my hair.
Sometimes I think if your songs speak of me the way my dances speak of you.
I wonder if you imagine the roads I walk up and down everyday, the way I see you stuck in traffic jams in a city faraway from where I stay.
Sometimes I wonder if you are lying awake on your bed, looking out of your little window and thinking of me.

12 comments:

The Reluctant Rebel said...

Daydreaming is the best way to pass a lazy winter day.

Angika said...

Very nice. I like how this piece can have so many interpretations :)

Magically Bored said...

Beautifully written.

reema said...

adorable. really

Astraeus said...

nice
:-)

Phoenix speaks.... said...

hi,
which university are you in??

Phoenix speaks.... said...

I guessed u r from JNU..I just passed out from JNU this year...and I have been reading your blog for almost 3 years now!! u write really well... :)

Wild Strawberry said...

wonderful..

~Moo-lah Buz!nezzz~ said...

sweet.

Not a grown up goblin said...

"Sometimes I wonder if you are lying awake on your bed, looking out of your little window and thinking of me."
reminds me a lot..
its this hope that keeps things going whn there's nothng else to cling to..

Unknown said...

Sweet is the word...
Intimate post :)
keep writing please :)

and do drop by at http://penningdownthemind.blogspot.com/

Would love to have your suggestions little boxes :)

Neel said...

time has told me, you're a rare rare find.