Windows to the World
You stay ostracized,
on the bedside table,
every single night.
After a long day,
full of rigour,
the eyes trigger,
the drowsiness inside.
You are lifeless,
But you are,
my window,
to the world.
I see the bright sun shining,
The shrubberies swaying,
The lone eagle soaring,
In perfect clear vision.
Without the world,
is shrouded with,
the mist of madness,
and murkiness.
Discomfort distresses,
my eyes stresses,
your need,
it longs for you.
A distance of nothing,
seems like infinity,
eyes and glasses never touch.
but wish to meet day by day.
Eyes cry without,
Like a lover lost in the wind,
Like the wolf crying for the moon,
Frantically finding you everywhere.
A day comes,
An accident happens,
The clear crystal,
Breaks like dreams unfolded.
Tears stream down,
in longingness,
Alas a new dawn arises,
And stories begins anew.
Abhishek Verma is a researcher in the field of deep learning and artificial intelligence. He likes to write about the logical way of self-improvement. Spurred by emotions, he also likes to write poetry. Stay in touch by joining his newsletter. Follow him on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest and Mix.
