Life inside the tiny yellow boxes

As I look outside my balcony,

There stands a tall white building…

It reeks of the newly adorned white paint.
As I stand stare silently into the night and wonder…
How different lives spend their nights inside those

Tiny squares of yellow light shining…

 

Would there be a lonely old woman

Living in the past?

Would the smell of old books,

The cob-webs on the corner,

The ash-tray filled not with ash but dust,

The furniture covered with white cloth
Remind her of the glory of life when,

Her children lit her lap,
Her vermillion shined bright red

Between her neatly parted hair?

 

May be there is that naughty school-boy

Who, watches in darkness,

The one, who cannot hold his excitement back;

And plunges into the dark allure of imagination!

Only a flicker of light comes of out of his window

I cannot help but wonder, the source of this light

A television, computer perhaps…

I ask myself…is this light brighter than his passion?

Will his thirst ever be quenched?

 

There must be those newbies

Making their first foray into wilderness
Shedding off their civilized masks

Emulating animals, ravenous for union.

There must be silent groans, welcomed pain
Cheerful giggles, moist eyes, ruffled hair
Lending life to the dim light emanating

From the 60W bulb, in that beautiful, sweat-filled room.

How I wish all the windows had a similar tale to tell!

 

I know that in one of those brightly lit windows

Two sleep-deprived souls are toiling hard

To mitigate the deafening cry of their most beautiful act
I know that in one of those brightly lit windows

One mind is travelling…to the end of the world
With unicorns and mermaids and dragons and alchemists.

I know that in one slumber reigns

And I know that in the other, the midnight oil burns

For a more secure future…

 

I finished my smoke…close the door,

Walked back inside, switched off the light

Changed into my night clothes

Lied down on the bed and went off to sleep…alone!

 

Author's Note

Any comment is welcome

Reviews

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

you have an originality in thinking and have the ability to express in language as well. go ahead. waiting eagerly for more to come.

[Pryde Foltz]

I know that in one of those brightly lit windows
Two sleep-deprived souls are toiling hard
To mitigate the deafening cry of their most beautiful act
I know that in one of those brightly lit windows
One mind is travelling…to the end of the world
With unicorns and mermaids and dragons and alchemists.
I know that in one slumber reigns
And I know that in the other, the midnight oil burns
For a more secure future…

That was really lovely. I was totally engrossed.

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

Thank you Pryde...I really appreciate your comment!

[Sami Khalil]

"I know that in one of those brightly lit windows

One mind is travelling…to the end of the world
With unicorns and mermaids and dragons and alchemists.

I know that in one slumber reigns

And I know that in the other, the midnight oil burns

For a more secure future…"

I like how you ponder what goes on behind those walls and it is a human curiosity. I like the imagery in this wonderful poem...Bravo

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

Thank you Sami...

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...Any time...:)......................

[magenta24uk]

The first part made me want to rush home and hug my child. So well written and pulled at my heart. Thank you for this, it is inspiring. :)

[Chandradhish Ghosh]

Thank you Magenta...I welcome you to read my other works... :)