Life by the window seat

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Life by the window seat

I sat across a train window

Moments running behind

The green field smiling across

And waving a goodbye

Like the green pickle that maa made

And we stole it from the terrace

That time just flashes by

Came the month of autumn leaves

the teenage took a turn in deep sleep

Like promises that turn away suddenly

Passed through that open window

A breeze that turned cold in evening

speaking of incomplete desires

The zari border ripped of a benarasee saree

i had long kept to save up a memory

What are we, a question lingers

The tangerine hue of a summer afternoon

the arid dreams in a desolate life

the crimson shades of an evening in spring

or the shivers, quiver, shudder of a winter night

We all are distracted flustered souls

A little in today

afraid of tomorrow

Wanting to be ubiquitous

here and there, inside -out

We all are fragments of life

Life as seen through a window seat

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

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