Age

The curtains part…
Making way for dawn’s silent footsteps
Sentinel of a new day…
Testimony of another day’s end

And, life walks on…
Chained by contradictions…and misunderstood fears
Just some wrinkles, mute witnesses…
Of passing time

She looks up at her slice of sky
From her verandah…in her lonely apartment
And, watches the vast unknown
With a half drunk coffee by her side

She watches the fog roll by…
Hiding her familiar view…
By her loved window…she closes her eyes…
And smiles…It doesn’t matter even if its time…