The Window

There is a window in front of me

Which when I look up I can see

From one among the fallen blinds

That stays upright and discreet

From the view that it displays

I witness clouds and certain haze

The sky looks grayish blue

And those clouds glitter too

But why I am inside this glass

I think and am amazed

To find out that my soul

Does wish to just behold

What I cannot be right now

As myself, free and bold

I whisper to myself

Is this certain kind of well

From where I cannot come out

This living where I dwell

And then I look around

Where humans of no count

Seem working but are bound

Rising in life that already fell

A glitter crosses my eyes

As a shine begins to rise

From the willow of the clouds

A star speaks of the wise-

‘No matter where you are
In joy or peeled with scarsIn freedom or be it bars
Live, love and laugh to fullest Bring out what’s your best Fill in up that zest
I will take care of the rest’

 The Same Window, a different Story : And the Sun shone Again