SET FREE

Sitting at the window
She looks outside with calm
Her chin resting elegantly on her palm
With an unfocused view of the trees
Sliding by bushes chasing the dreams…
And the peace and quiet that she felt
That standstill moment to which she held
To hold on to it tight n not let go
That happy moment she longed since long ago…
The dark n heavy with weight clouds
And the contrary… light n blurring doubts
The cool breeze gently slapping her face
The melancholic tune in her mind, now out of race…
After ages she isn’t wondering
Where she stands or what she says
Or she has to discover which new ways
In a world of her own she stays
Not caring when came the shore or the bay…
She isn’t blank or morbid or dull
Nor is her ability to think void or null.
She’s just enjoying whats rare to find
When one’s free at heart as well as mind…