Windows

Windows open vistas for us Windows - of hearts, of minds or of eyes Windows - which might open outward Or inward They bring the light on the other end to this end. Windows converse They open the alphabetical locks of our lips When night weaves nets of darkness on windows Life-spans speak out in whispers from abysses of pain Windows then perforce remain silent Suffer days of tongue-tied laws Nights of oppression And epochs of tyranny Windows are self same stories of dreams Of centuries Mute testimony of chasms Court yards and ruined houses Evidence of rusted eons rattling with exhaustion in tyrant time's primordium continuity Windows have the heart of a woman They open their body's wings of each clime With a little waft of wind With fragrance, sunlight, rain or moon beams. They blow away paper-light images And waste away life in uncharted desires. When butterflies fly in front of windows Eyes glued to window panes become tearful With noontide memories. Evenings look forward to a wayfarer passing by When they're covered with climbers holding forth red and white flowers They fill closed fists with the touch of fire-flies. Windows often insist on being kept open They're surprised to watch cloud, birds And the blue sky's expanse If they're kept shut They're afraid of the life breath of Walls and rooms getting strangulated. They're afraid of dwellers forsaking their houses They also feel life's desertion They also feel despondent Windows are human beings! Poem by: Naseer Ahmed Nasir Copyrights (C) All rights reserved.