An outlet to the magic world Through which we see wonder We see what we oblige to see You like , it doesn’t matter. Passing by the road is a gal As if come from nowhere A bunch of roses in hand For whom, it doesn’t matter. A quarrelling couple riding His face is red with anger She crying on the way For what, it doesn’t matter. A mother and her cute child Smiling and giggling always Happy for no reason at all You know, it doesn’t matter.
Poet’s note – “If it’s reality you want, I suggest you look out the window.”― Peter Stamm, All Days Are Night
(1) Tents are crowded by windows, but missing walls and a jasmine flower. (2) A window is a border between consciousness and sub-consciousness, between Ego and its annihilation. (3) A home without a window is a blind man with no
“Innocence looks through a window of crystal clear glass, there is no reflection, just perfect vision of clarity….. For it is through the eyes of a child that truth is captured, no shadows of grey…just pure simplicity. A child’s soul
The vagabond was once again on the window, Begging love and asking to open the gate, And the fairy inside the house reluctant, Said helpless she was being slave of the fate, First you peep in the four windows, Starting