Window- A poem

Window is an attempt to analyse how life has been through the looking glass. Nature seems the same but everything changed for us. We lose interest in whatever used to flare our passion and just want to disintegrate when we remember what we were, and what our spirits have been reduced to now.

Window was written by Varada Prasad Varier in the hope to lend out a hand of solidarity to others in the pandemic, and in general to people who feel like they are at a loss to find happiness in dark times such as this. Hope in the current pandemic is difficult to sustain, yet we can find the strength to fix our souls and move forward to anticipate some cheer in its aftermath.

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I look out, through the glass.

Everything seems the same, yet it is not.

Raindrops bounced off the leaves, the clouds huddled as

Monsoon boomed its arrival with thunder.

The girl in the pane caught

My rueful stare. Her tresses were drenched,

And her smile as sweet as the Earth’s musk.

She was I: albeit some monsoons younger.

She swirled my thoughts into a sad smile,

And in them she dissolved. I look out further –

At the soaked flower beds and water

Carrying away the submissive soil. I too

Yearn for the same: to be carried away;

By the things I love and the people I cherish

And not stay rooted in despondency.

My essence had started crumbling

As I longed for far-missed streets

Filled with familiar smiles and positive aether

Which I had infused myself with, unafraid.

Darkness shadows that silhouette

Pressed against me at the window.

The books I had devoured, no longer ignite my mind;

The music that had inspired joy, no longer fires up my spirit;

I toil for survival yet I know not why;

Still, I look out of the window to anticipate that dawn

When radiant, unconcealed smiles would adorn the air.