I wish
I figured
What's with the windows
Using these windows -
The endowments of anatomy
Built in the visage.
I wish I carved them
On every surface that's worth a delve
On hearts, on thoughts, on fears and hopes!
What if windows substituted words?
If they raised curtains on visuals
The guarded, masquerading ones
That carry the magic in them
The talismans of life.
What if they were the only sources of wisdom
The subtle road maps to tremendous treasures?
What if they were the telescopes offering dekkos of outer space
What if they were formulas of success!
If they were user manuals
Speaking fluent showings
Unraveling the unsaid
That needs to be noticed!
I wish these windows never close on me.
On Retrospect
It's naive that I wish so
As the wise and the learned say
Widows open when doors close.
Except we keep looking at the doors a tad too long!
What if they connected us like networks
In the transparency of their shining surfaces
What if we clean them with soap suds, ever so often
So the view on the other side is never distorted.
Do we even need wishing wells and magic wands to unravel the myths
Aren't windows enough??
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