Windows galore on each house across the street
Yet no one peeping, no face shows with a smile to greet
The lone traveller moves along
Carrying the burden of his loneliness on his shoulder hung
No face from the windows cares to smile
His journey of loneliness began and will end only at the last mile
No one ventures out to share his load
He walks alone till others too shall hit the road
All will soon join one by one
Each becomes a part of the journey unknown
Attachments loosen, leaving him to his own
He hears none, sees none, mind thinks of none
The question eternal begs an answer…who knows?
Where has all wisdom gone?
Leaving confusing darkness beyond the windows
The same words come floating from temples, mosque and church
The traveller trods along not caring much
The cacophony of knowledge, voice of preachers
Having fallen silent no more stirs
The window lights show him the path no more
One by one the lamps get dimmer and dimmer
They say your answers you will find up there
But the heart is yet to learn to look up in prayer.
In that impregnable darkness a single lamp kindles within
In that feeble light the road ahead now clearly seen
All the shine from the windows no more assists
He knows his road, he remembers where his home exists
Voices from the windows, lost like silent drones
In halting silence another voice faintly beckons
Now louder and louder it grows, lo and listen
It was always there, humming within
In his search for voices from the windows, days passed by
All heard, seen and grabbed were all a lie.
Now shut the windows and look within
Time has come to pause and listen
With extended arms someone’s been calling
‘Come, my child, for long I am waiting.’
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