The Window

I was sitting by the window looking out

A day passed by, a night, and a year.

I remember not, if it was a year or a lifetime,

I remember not, if I blinked my eye or gasped for breath.

Many a times, I chase the sunlight,

Many a times, there is great comfort in darkness.

The corner of my mind, reaches out to places known,

The deepest thoughts in my heart time travels to the wide world behind.

As I looked out of the window I wondered if being in yesterday can define my tomorrow,

As I looked within, I wondered if saying goodbyes can define a better day after.

I was sitting by the window looking out

The dusk told its story and the birds flying by, told theirs.

I remember not if I promised to not look behind

I remember not if I smiled or cried.

But I remember that the sky was red and full of love,

I remember that the breeze sang a song and the moon too was bright.