UNDEFINED

That window of that beautiful broken room
By which you stood swinging its one part
To see my reflection through its pans
I knew not then, what it was
But I know now that it was something undefined

So let it remain like that
Undefined and beautiful beyond the walls of our hearts
Let those around there fade away
So for me to be there again
And for you again to see me
through the pans of that window
Neither you would be bearing to see my face
Nor I would be bearing to see yours
The wall of that room might be hiding
You to me
And me to you
But its of no avail to our hearts

Let that shyness remain in its true essence
Like a pearls in its shell
Let the waves emerging inside
Keep strolling nearby
Touching it with shear unawareness
To give depth to its undefined nature

That window may be be still there
Remembering you and me
Waiting to see us again
Undefined and unaddressed
Recalling the beautiful shyness hidden in those walls
Asking them who they were?
Where they went?
The walls replying with a soulful answer
“They may be far
But their story still lies on your pans
And one day they may come searing
For that something , what was undefined between them”