The Window...

The only window in my room smiling towards the orient

Took me towards the peerless artistry outside.

In an attempt to reveal the most abstruse,

I did weigh everything around that I eyed.

Hollow nights silently graved away one after the other

With a hope that dawn would fetch the holy showers.

It did welcome the moment graciously,

Leaving behind the surreptitious witching hours.

There did come with the arrival of each sun,

The blissful belief in this cataclysmic prankish mind.

Watching the beatific shades flying in the morning sky,

Everyday did I wander about what I might find

Birds passed by in exhilarating patterns across the horizon,

Some towards the infinite glow and some conversely,

Some did sit by the pane talking in elegantly sharp phones

And some to my surprise came inside deliberately.

They`d pick their favorite spots about the scentless hold,

They`d scroll the eyes around as if they could sense the scopes,

They`d fly their ways out as the sun did lose its delirium

And they`d come back again to challenge all my virtual hopes.

There did come a day when came a distorted wind

Chasing an enchanted intangible aura from the north

That stamped it strong with an agonistic, rude temper

Causing it to tremble furiously back and forth.

A storm followed next, intruding right inside my chamber

Thawing everything that took a stand in its way.

The hours passed in such a hurry that I couldn`t see

That the fliers were ceasing to stay .

The breaths I took went heavier, deeper and colder,

I could feel the vibes around, saturated with silent screams.

I wondered whether this was life

Or was I living an ineffable dream.

The only window in my room smiling towards the orient

Started seeking for the elixir from the yellow sun,

Suddenly when I realized it being inertly closed

And me standing still facing a bright white pigeon...