A Nightly Routine

Every night I come home

From work

And see

Her Portrait

Lying on the floor

Behind the books

Every night I sip my tea

And its as if

She - the painting - calls me 

To grab her 

And clean the dust

Off of her

Every night 'fore I sleep

She beckons me

To pick her

And pin her

Against the wall

And every night I keep

Myself to myself

And dream my dream

Of

Picking & pinning

Her being to mine

 - By Ritvij. 14-Oct-24. At work, Noida.