Who Is There?

I wake in the morning,

Look through the window,

A gust blows in my ear,

I wonder who is there.

I stand at the dressing table,

Wiping my face,

A silhouette appears behind me,

I wonder who is there.

I tread the deserted road,

I hear footsteps behind me,

I look behind to see no one,

I wonder who is there.

I lay in bed at night,

Alone in the darkness,

The window creaks open,

I wonder who is there.

Whispers and murmurs heard,

Shadows and silhouettes moving with stealth,

We don’t know who lives with us,

We just wonder who is there.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. We give out themes for creative writing each weekend for Indian bloggers.