All My Poems Of August 2023

Blue window

More or less, I know my efforts are in vain,
As I sit down and try to weave some words on the paper everyday,
And by the end of the day I'll crumble them away,
And with one stroke of an angry throw I'll discard it right away.

And now that I count the times I've done this,
I have been getting a feeling, I'm in a loop of suffering,
All while I think and think to get something,
I see the blue window standing out from the grey mundane walls of the building.

The building is painted to fit in with the rest,
And it does while the lives of the people fit in as well,
With the same old traps of love and happiness,
I never expected that blue window to stand out like this.

I gave up, that evening I noticed nothing at all.
But the next morning I saw a man waking up,
Chatting with his female roommate,
She was sitting down on a wheel chair.

Wife, Girlfriend, Sister? I wanted to know,
I knew I was probably making a very wrong decision,
But I couldn’t kill the curiosity inside my stomach,
I started writing down things as I wondered.

Days passed by, the window became a portal,
They were living their lives while I,
I made over and over again, that one wrong decision,
Maybe I was creating a masterpiece or just messing up.

It was getting intresting to view,
They didn't know me, but I knew,
She loved her coffee mug, the one with the purple hue,
While he looked at her with loving eyes holding his mug coloured blue.

They had a cute little life that seemed happy,
She had a bright smile, so hard not to notice,
But then why did he beat her every other night I wonder?
Doesn't he love her, or is he another person?

Blue window then showed me a truth,
Another man would come after afternoon,
And make the room beyond the window a hell,
Guess he was the one who made her loose her legs.

So who was the man who came by the afternoon,
I guess he knew that I knew what they were going through,
He looked at me in the eyes just once,
Since then I knew that window was red and never blue.

It was made to reflect the sadness of the lady through,
The window was painted red by the crimes of the man who,
Came at night and made her life hell as good as new,
The window was any colour I could see and I saw the colour blue.