It was a day,
Sunny and Bright.
Love was blossoming,
Since the previous night.
The yellow flowers withered away,
And, roses were full bloom.
Suddenly I heard,
A tweak from my room.
“Who’s it?” I thought,
Walking towards my door.
“Was Rishi up?”
Thinking it, I opened the door.
He was asleep,
Fast into his dreams.
No one’s around,
Still, the tweak sound came, dim.
I raced in my house,
Feeling scared.
It seemed as the sound,
Gave me some dare.
At last, I was close to that sound,
Which by now had made me weak
I saw a faint figure rocking the chair
And it was she, who created that tweak.