There is a window here, from where I see,
In large portions of the day it remains closed by the opaque covers,
Curbing the light mostly and few thoughts,
That would have come otherwise,
This window stands between me and my reflection,
I can peek and know it all,
I can see when the sun is down
And the light is gone, but not further.
Here I sit, with curtains uplifted in front of me,
And I am aware of the sound that comes faintly, like from a distance,
Drops on the window, and no exact reflections today,
Just me, in infinite particles of water, scattered on the surface of this large eyed window,
As the sound grows, I become anxious and timid, more scattered and bewildered,
Touch them, the drops, and they'll merge,
Drops on the window, like thoughts.
-knightesS
In large portions of the day it remains closed by the opaque covers,
Curbing the light mostly and few thoughts,
That would have come otherwise,
This window stands between me and my reflection,
I can peek and know it all,
I can see when the sun is down
And the light is gone, but not further.
And I am aware of the sound that comes faintly, like from a distance,
Drops on the window, and no exact reflections today,
Just me, in infinite particles of water, scattered on the surface of this large eyed window,
As the sound grows, I become anxious and timid, more scattered and bewildered,
Touch them, the drops, and they'll merge,
Drops on the window, like thoughts.
-knightesS
And the more I read, I want to stay on track leading towards that mind. I would like to join some days besides that window witnessing the merging thoughts. I absolutely love the imagery in the last lines. One of my favourite from your pen.
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