By The Window Side

By the window side, the world unfolds

Of joy and hope, of pain and isolation.

Every view is a story untold

Life's ebb and flow like its rolling horizon.

Inside the window is never different

Same stories! varied shades of grey.

Some explored, some yet to be.

Some fading, some silenced by pain.

The car moved slowly, houses ran back

Haunted by the woes of past.

Losing hearts to the never-ending miseries,

Courage faded like a fleeting light.

I saw a face with wrinkles and tears

Under the golden hues of twilight

Like a silhouette of agony, in the balcony

Of a house nestled by nature's bosom.

Whispers of Departed beneath her gate

People hung on her wall, numb and lifeless

Her face, a map of trials and strife

A testament to life's uneven self.

Passing by, I felt an ache,

My window pane drenched in rain,

A pang of sorrow, a heart that breaks,

For the stories untold, the pains unspoke,

I glide past, the window's frame

A horrid canvas, etching life's flame

Each house a chapter, unique and worn

Stories of hurdles and small small gains.

A tapestry woven, thread by thread,

Shared stories, shared soul, in endless haze.

In window's gaze, I met my tangled maze,

Sitting numb, by the window's side.