Musing: The Light, Paper, Curtains and My Head

(i) Light
Nothing feels better sitting in a quiet room
And all you desire is but the sweet loneliness
Laying in the dark room were the light is faint
Musing over your ups and downs on a paper

(ii) Paper
Strange how my room is littered with papers
Torn, painted, carved, squeezed, here and there
Though it’s a little creepy with much paper here
I still see some light rays come from the curtains

(iii) Curtains
The strong wild wind flirts with it
Throwing kisses at her blushing face
Without asking she flings up and down
To strange tunes, as she hover over my head

(iv) My Head
I have seen you in the mirror, aye I have
Ruddy, light cat-eyed with two fine Elfy ears
A red lip, a big nose and what a head, you are!
But I wait still, for the day I meet you dear self