As I sit here Looking out the window, Restless rain of endless thoughts falling inside my meandering mind, just like, the slow showers outside in the silent night. Looking out the window, I wonder where do lost things go? Do they end up in the ocean, inside a big shark's stomach? or do they end up in a thieves' bag like my mother's diamond necklace and my brother's school books? I had a favorite cap, it was all black I wore that cap so much it was a part of my head until one day I wore it in the beach and went to swim in the sea not noticing until it was too late that the waves had taken it away with them into the ocean. My favorite cap which was all black, just like they took away my father's golden ring years ago; before I was born. Looking out the window I wonder where do they go? I wonder who took away my love for math? and the feeling of how good it can be. I wonder who took away my dreams that I dreamed as a child? and the feeling of how good life can be. I wonder who took away my love for her? and the feeling I got of how good we can be, when I ran my hand through her hair, looking out the window I wonder where do lost things go?
M. Jay Dixit, 2020