The World is Square


 

 

My World through the window -June -26-2008

 

 

 

 

In here you wish to fight, you win,

My window to my world, stuck in those starry eyes,

 

 

My window to my world, getting larger by the day,

A little rain, a little sunshine, a little to the east it lay!

A little bit of the meadow, a patch of the sky,

Faces, religions, colors, emotions, a handmade bonsai!

 

My window to my world, a blue house behind the trees,

Creeping bougainvillea wheezing with the breeze!

A little night, a little autumn, a little frame it held,

Somebody’s been crying in the blue house as the night rebelled!

 

 

My window to my world, where you see what you wish,

A little compassion, a little bit of courage, but a little selfish,

As I cling to this beautiful squared world, the twilight turns godless,

The marine drive, the Kerala sky, and those sweet rubbing noses!

 

 

My window to my world, knows no confines,

No vices, no virtues, no fading smiles, no desires,

Ready to look beyond, to search for that love long due!

 

In here you wish to have, you sin!

Peeping sunshine, flickering stars, and early goodbyes!


About Dream Peddler

The author finds too many similarities with himself and the boy Calvin. Although a cold blooded techie, working with an Indian software MNC, the finer things of love and life fascinates him. Major portions of his work are about the things that inspires and pacifies. Politics and society too get a chance.

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