A Travelling Window

 


I looked out the window - 

And the scenes before my eyes took the shape of my life..


The open fields, the trees, the sky

Grew distant more and more

They slowly, steadily morphed into

Memories from life before


The people, places, incidents

All flashed through randomly

And yet, if you could look beyond

You'd feel the symphony


The light was brighter than before

The darkness seemed so weak

The hot blind tears of chagrin

Strung mirth, instead of bleak


I looked at me, I looked at them

Looked till my heart was full

Its funny how much clarity

This abstract view could pull


I looked out the window -

And smiled for the sheer gift of it.

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