Web Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

When was it when I stood
under the almond tree?
The dying colored leaves
settled on my mind and
I lost my sense?
Now this happened
unexpectedly many time.
When was it that the sky
repeatedly changed
it's brightness to
melancholic twilight.
Pages of the book
at the window flutter
as the story slip out
off the window.
When was it that
I left the book at the window?
The web of questions
slowly spread on my mind.
When I lost the collage
of the colorful dead leaves?