Window and the Wall...

There’s only one window in my room,

It breathes through all the seasons,

The ghost of future unravels itself,

At every change of the light,

 

               And I see,

Cemented walls and asbestos roofs,

Sheltered by trees of an overgrown garden,

 

Sometimes music thrives

In mostly silent lives,

But the downpour,

Takes it all away,

 

The window and the wall,

What can you see...

Gets hard to believe,

Kind constancy of consistency,

 

My world’s built around this window,

For it shows what I want,

Overshadowed,

By the noise,

Of someone who died next door...

Reviews

Seems as if it is the mind eye that is being spoken of .. be this a window in the literal sense or be it an allegory to the minds eye , this is a great write both ways . It is indeed very amusing to see how real life can be interpreted to have very abstract meaning and vice versa .

[Alicante lullaby]

hmmm..Mr.poet you are getting better with every write,every minute...its funny how tiniest of things signify so rich facts of live...love it.

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. I like the strong description of the room and the activities. In my lifetime I lived in good and bad places. I try to forgot the bad ones. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

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. very brutal and biting and vivid and powerful ... overwhelming beyond measure and of course brilliantly written ... you are skillful with fewer words too ...

[Akshat♥]

A different write from you..
nice poem..i can easily relate to it...
reminds of something..
thanks for sharing:)

[Shuvodeep De]

This the kind of write I love.......a humble picture of the world that surrounds us most of the time.......something different from what you usually write........keep it up, dear.........