It darted back and forth for hours together,
Then got fixated by the door.
Amused, at how sun filtered through the narrow passage,
Blinding and obstructing the view to the immediate surrounding.
Isn’t it how words escape and find its way to people’s heart?
Hang there and stare at them.
Times we let go of it and there are times we hold on to it.
It’s the way the heart plays with those words.