On the Sill

I sit on the window sill
Looking at the horizon
Through the grill
A cool breeze is blowing
The drapes fluttering
But am aware no longer
Of the distant drone of traffic
Sweet twittering of the birds
Unintelligible calls of the hawker
Papers on my bed rustling

The light is fading
And so is my observation
I slip into a pensive mood
Am deep in reflection
Thoughts about friends
Hope in search of the one
I wish to remain
On the window sill
Seeing the city rise
Blend with the sky
Feel like I am taking
Into my arms all the bliss
Making its way down.

The trance is broken
The phone is ringing
And I am called
Back to this world
I heave and sigh and
Get down from the sill
Cursing my world
To resume my routine