The Reprise

Been years since I wrote poem and quite long since I shared one. I would like to share one, while thinking about the good old days when I could write:

The Reprise

The window is still open

A thought
escaped my mind
through the window
and flew across

I saw it hung over
the crimson horizon
and fuse
into the night

you met him
the other night
nurtured it
to become a dream

Last night,
a dream shattered
like a fragile glass
and broke the window

March 4, 2002
Shalin Jain