A Window Girl: Part 5 (Different part of life...) I was just thinking about the Christmas and suddenly some words in my dream and little strange things happened with the words in the art of sky…aha seems lots of rainbow in the imagination with the melody of feelings for someone who’s so long away to know in the way of heaven, a heaven of window girl that with positive thoughts... “There’s a story inside of her head, it tells of her sweet, sad song. Tells what she knows and what she's learned, and shows the pain inside. Standing in the highway of the mountain I was seeing her there to writing her novel, to fill the pages of her heart. Also seemed that she used to get deep inside and find the key that will unlock her soul and free her love…I was wondering what might be she was writing, to fill the pages of her heart? May be get deep inside and find the key that will let loose her mind to find a new start. Could I be that one for her for whom she was writing? May be she’s been waiting for oh so long to her prince. All I wish that her time is soon to come. She sits outside her window, watching the world roll by, longing for her story to end. She's ready to surrender to this beautiful sublime time because she looks so beautiful with the lights of stars near the Ganga River. Yes of course I’m also the in love with her since century, always in my dreams I used to see her every single night and used to talk with my happiness and grief with her but feelings of love isn’t a business, I can’t force love to come inside with her for me, it’s just a sense of sublime touch of heart that heart should find the heart’s feelings. I was whispering in the cold mountains. No one can fix the broken heart; no one can erase the mistakes of time. With her my story may ends, yet remains untold, the lost story of my life. It’s sweet to hear her voice once again and to wake in the warm envelope of arms. It’s pleasure to inhale the walnut of her skin while the ebony of her hair tickles my eyes to gaze upon her face in half dream forces to question. The beauty found in heaven and I have awaited such a long time to live once again in this moment when the walls of selfishness are down and we are but two, a man and a woman nothing more..Fearless life some times, save the dawning of the day and the announcement of another departure so often whatever our destiny belongs to us... When she stroll alone with a beauty, to enjoy the splendour of a gleaming night I was just sitting near at her, looking at her lovely eyes and I was praying a goodwill for her sunshine. The instant she run out of words, that interlude and a moment before she said “I have to go when the only sound lurking behind the silence of the night is your heart’s clock, only fools forget to say ‘I love you’.” When she sit alone with a beauty, in a heaven’s garden of fragrant flowers, the instant her perfume overtakes and that interval the moment before she said “I need to go, when the only sound lurking behind the silence of the night is your heart’s clock. Only fools miss to say “I really need you.”…I still remember those words of her in my memories, just like yesterday… But I should confess one thing before I go alone far away from you that when you lie alone on the bed, to ponder of your adventure with the beauty kind of sound I do hear, a heart-beat and the perfume that prevailed over the night’s sounds and aromas. Last night, after you hung up on me by unconscious regards, the queen of my night sky, you sneaked through my window and flashed its smile. My eyes gleamed with amusement, rocking my troubling thoughts to rest. As the speedy clouds and the curtain took turns to stay in the way, it stubbornly stayed visible and kept on winking at me. Lucky me! I pictured your smile in the queen’s gleaming beauty and your glistening eyes, in its flashy smile and just like you always did for me! It had waited until I fell asleep. You are the river running wild carrying me away on your smile, a flood of love that lifts me up above in my mundane, boring life. You are the current that sweeps me away that lifts my life in every way. You make me fly, where I used to plod, you are the wind that lifts me up to God. If this be love then I am swept away and lost in your smile that brightens my every day and thank you for your presence that just I inspire myself to be a loving person and millions thanks for making me for a good human beings.” Uncertain, this life, eternity escaped in lowly affairs But, we are innocent of our forebears We hail from the desert, you and me here Hopes of plantation will be brought the future in there Unblessed and infertile, this lovely landscape of ours Left unattended by the masters in high mountain’s towers Are for us to build for days and hours This garden of yours variegated all these flowers Come, my window girl, starry nights will shine Again for you and I to refine The masterpiece and beats of our chorused rhymes A plantation for all for eternal times In empathy we will now trust as fair The celebrated virtue of our lair Panorama of hope and solidarity divine Our aesthetic foreground will eternally shine And our feelings deep inside will always be in the cloud nine…Dreaming again… -By Raja Rimal Back Top Next