Bolted Doors

 

A shrill sound of cheerful laugh,
chases me,chases me to the farthest corner.

I sit alone gazing out of the window,
a glass pane hiding half the view.
I see the black clouds, covering the dark sky,
stars struggle hard to shove away the clouds and show off their timid light.
A tree stands shivering in the cold wind,
a leaf following the other leaf,
blown off its existence, tries to find its way in the disoriented wind.
I am so engrossed in this game of searching existence
when a chilly breeze passes by my cold cheeks, pinching them hard.
And the shrill sound of laugh stirs me from within, again.
A laugh which reflects content, happiness, trust, love and yet shrill to my ears.
I run, I scream, I screech....And my ears pain...
The black clouds come gushing towards my window,
leaves turn sharp swords and sway towards the window.

I run to bolt all the doors and windows tight.....Block all the ways to my ears.
And come back to sit at the dingiest corner,
And yet the sound finds its path to my scared ears.

Eyes closely pressed, scared to open,
And just something touches me,
a leaf, fluttering in the air,
touching the ground and making its way to me.
Oh, it doesnt pain, its not a sword !
I stretch my hand and pick it up on my palm
and see it closely, a dried leaf, detached from the tree, harmless.
An enthusiastic flier, closed withing the bolted doors.
I get up and reach for the window, open a pane, the air blows in and the leaf just flies away from my hand.
I stand gazing out of the half closed window
and the sound of the laugh reaches my ears again,
the shrill laugh follows again,

And just then a wild wind, forceful wind just thursts opens the other glass pane of the window,
the view is no-more Half.