my window

my world is my window 

nowadays i stand near it 

for hours together 

and see the speeding traffic 

as it passes by on the roads 

or i just listen 

listen to the concretised silence 

the silence that speaks 

and i hear a groan at times 

of someone in pain

waiting for the loved in vain 

at times floats a laughter 

or the squeal of a baby 

i try to smile 

be a part of things crazy

i visualise that much in love pair whizzing past 

in the swanky red car

in wedded bliss 

or may be not 

they might be just trying to steal 

steal some time

or deepen a shy kiss

some jolly moments

in happier agreements 

till it all lasts

winning over the blasts

of the harsh seasons last

and i smile

smile for a little while

then turn away to cry awhile 

gazing away through times and miles

i do feel sad at times 

at times when i see the lonely skyrise

the one with wise eyes 

and deeper ties

with the many nestled in its bosom

creating so many stories

freshest glories

yet not a part

still life throbs in the stony heart 

it lets me hear

hear all its stories

and i wait 

wait for the next dawn 

to see more stories rush through 

whizzing past the highway 

and the highrise with newer lives 

narrating new tales 

nowadays i listen in earnest

when i stand 

stand near my window

my window to the world

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