My Window to the World

My window to the world
As it sleeps, time moves
Always I watch
The picturesque view
Always bewitching
I watch…

Sugar-coated smiles
Hidden behind faces
Of those I know…
Always I watch
The look in the eyes
The feel of the smile

Many have two, many have more
Until times comes
I watch
The faces they are hiding
Only revealed when the world sleeps
Through my window…

2 comments:

Arti Honrao said...

I spend time at my window too
And the road speaks to me ...
Of it's experiences, of what it overheard as people conversed while walking over it.

Of its pain, of the joy it has given to people...
Of many things we human fail to understand!

GBU
Arti

RJK said...

Thnx Arti :)
Appreciate you reading my little writings...