The world is prejudiced
And it haunts like an apparition
With blunt faces and sharp hearts
Peeping through the fragile empty frames
Yes, the world is cold, it is numb
Reading between the poetic lines
It fails to feel what is untold
For the window glass very often
Bears the tears one cannot cry.
The tear stained window
Framed in muted grief
Whispers in silence
About dreams lost
About battles never won
And the world inside
Like a black box
Enveloped in darkness
Watches the unachievable
So for the peepers on both sides
Who peep inside for just a gaze
The world outside is a maze
While that inside, is a misty haze.
Where love has no place
And laughter ebbs away in echoes shrill
Where day is night and night is day
Casting shadows, contorted and fray
Where success steps on failures
And sorrows lead to happiness grand
Into that, this window leads.
