I was sitting inside with moist memories,
while looking at the curtains.
They were dancing joyfully with the breeze,
without any burdens.
My heart wanted to feel light,
and dance like them, care free.
I stood infront of the mirror,
just a smile, is all I wanted to see.
I left home for searching it,
but could not find my breeze.
There was many sleep less nights,
which I had spent under trees.
I could see those curtains dance,
whenever I closed my eyes.
I felt I was missing something,
but I could not be more precise.
I returned home and got startled to see,
the curtains were not dancing anymore.
I went out to the balcony and checked,
there, wind was blowing like lion's roar.
The dancing curtains, gave me hope.
I felt sad, I thought I lost it too.
I was sweating so turned on the fan,
To my surprise the curtain started dancing again.
I realised the truth and felt weak,
I shouted and I cried.
I realised, the curtains only danced,
by the breeze inside.
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