Out of the windows

Looking out of the window
as if gazing intently at a moving picture
whose portrait is
genuine, brimming with life
but seemingly motionless
all encased in a border
of sheer calmness and peace.

Trimmed grass wither and fallow
enduring and awaiting
the next trickle of sun rays
to penetrate the billowing cotton puffs
and descend from the seventh heaven
rejoicing each and every life beneath it.
Potted plants, mossy rocks,
looming buildings and towering trees
all sunken in the seas of silence
drown, petrified by the stagnant waters beyond
only to be released from their imprisonment spell
by a wisp of breath
from the refreshing wind
and a faint glimmer of radiance
from the glorious sun.

Very often
people walked by
making me question 
the artificiality of the picture.
They set plenty of motion
and action.
They fill the portrait with sounds of joy and laughter,
breaking the quietness
and also dissembling the passiveness
of the atmosphere within.

As they walk,
they leave behind them
alluring trails of excitement and wonder
warming the earth within
beckoning me
convincing me
to enter the outside world
that is out of the windows 
of this place of boredom. 


Made by the Nature Beckoner
10/2011