To a Nook

Transfixed by the horror of surveillance,
I,the corner of the room,remained motionless.

It was a new feeling,an odd one,
To feel the skin of a human.

Used to the smell of furniture varnish,
The trace of sweat soothing to wish.

At times,there was surprise,
For there were tears out of reprise.

In the end,the flesh left the province,
With the hope of becoming the prince.

Of not only his domain,
But of all there is to conquer.

As hairs brushed me,
I sensed a deep longing for victory.

Thoughts, some magical,
A fraction,skeptical.

Do people love me?
Will they cry when I die?
I remember these words vividly,
As often they came out loudly.

I did not have the sentience,
To counsel or console.

But all I did was provide space,
Extracting emotions straight off the face.

Then for the next three days,
I missed his presence.

He was not dead,
At least not yet.

What inner voice spoke to him,I know not,
That made him retire to his work-desk more often than not.

He squealed,not out of malady,
This was new,as I recall, this was rhapsody.

Again,he did not seem to care for my feelings,
I assumed that he had forgotten that I liked the sweat and the hair.

Then,it struck me,
I was bereft of his presence for quite awhile now.

I watched him sleep,
I watched him dream.

And now I understood,
All my blunders.

So long I wanted to help him,
And I thought that a space shall do.

Now I realized,that only by foregoing
My closure shall my intentions sound pithy.

I missed him,yes,
But he was happy now.

And the love I had for him,
Made me pray for this separation to perpetuate.

It was a new feeling,a beautiful one,
To have felt the heart of a human.

© 2015 Bhaarath Ramesh

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