Girl Hiding In The Bougainvillea Poem by Asad Ali

Girl Hiding In The Bougainvillea



There was someone
Beneath my hoary window
Somewhere deep
In the trembling shadows of bougainvillea
There was someone
Pulsating my small world on her breaths
Filling my entire sky through the impish colors of her vibrant dress

Maybe just a small girl
Not knowing where to halt
Believing that her innocent game of hide and seek
Can even shatter the reality web of an old spider like me
And now like a pair of pythons
A dual fear is wrapping her around
Fear to become lost and fear of being found

Worry not, my little child
Let me tell you a thing more dreadful than
To be found or even to be lost
The agony of a moment where all your friends
Got weary of this game and revert back to their homes
Leaving you alone in wait
Amidst the soul shattering solitude of night

The shadows of night are melting into darkness
I am still hearing that sound from bougainvillea
Who knows the girl is still here
Or maybe it is just a waft of wind
I don’t know and I’ll never be able to know
Why to leave my cozy bed and freshly brewed coffee
Why to descend my gloomy stairs in the freezing night
In search of a girl that probably would never have come
Who knows it merely is a gust of playful wind
Who knows it always was a devious puff of wind
Wind does play with solitude stricken hearts all the time

Ah! Another dawn of my moribund life
There is no one beneath my hoary window
No sound, not even shadow of a movement
Who knows if somewhere in the night
A friend came looking for her
Who knows if somewhere deep in the bougainvillea
A door opens towards another world
(The door I always sought but never found)
Who knows with nothing but little stones in her hands
She actually did fought away the terror all night
And now resting peacefully like a proud warrior
Or who knows just wind is mired down in time

I don’t know and I will never be able to know
Why to descend my gloomy stairs in the freezing night
In search of a girl that probably would never have come
My window, my garden, my bougainvillea, my solitude
Were always with me and will always be mine
But a girl in a dress more colorful than the rainbow itself
With dreams more vivacious than happiness and hope combined
Will never come to my life

Friday, April 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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