the window of my room is stationary
but the scenery descents every second in the most anomalous ways .
everything changes from fine layers of air surrounding the atmosphere to the manoeuvre of mortals.
they believe nobody notices their actions,their duplicity... how they hide their guileful motives ...sometimes melancholy ....sometimes their exhilaration
they all are masking selves under the thickness of transition
weather changes just the way the 'whether' in our lives constrain us to wither... a part that formerly was whole
we let it vacate because sometimes protecting the prejudice hurts and letting go though feels giddy but makes us gratuitous
the innervation is same as that of autumn's leaf turning tender full of lush ......both has their allure but one needs to leave
the window of my room is stationary
but i have seen the gelidness of winters and numb hearts
everything changes from covering of ice sheets to the diffident
from thawing of blizzard to the audacious essence
from annihilation to the sentience
everything changes .
