Flutter of the Season

Was that a flutter of the season
That shook the picture-frame hung on the wall

Last season, these walls did not have water leaking within them
Wonder why, this time, water has crept into the walls, created lines in them
And the water seeps in such a manner, as if tears flow on a dry face

This rain is humming on the rooftops
As if writing a message on the glass of the windows in the house
As if sitting and weeping, behind closed windows

The afternoon seems like the empty squares of a chessboard
There’s no one to play the game, no moves are made on the board

Neither is it day, nor does night come
Everything seems to have come to a standstill

Was that a flutter of the season
That shook the picture-frame hung on the wall 

                                                              (Adapted from Gulzar's ....Kisi mausam)