These ruffles ….

the ruffled curtains..


Work in so many ways…

nestles for

emotions  Felt yet Unsaid..

Thoughts Awakened yet Awaiting..

Dreams.. Drenched in Desires..

Love.. Lost and Gained… partly..


These ruffles..

Hold me..

Hold my heart..

Hold us…


They hide (from)


From this piercing paradox..

of Practical and the Impracticable…


Let not the wind,  propel them

Let not the clouds, cajole them..



For I want to be

In these ruffles..

embraced… in you..

by you.. for you…

(c) Bijal Mehta


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