Sep 5, 2007

The window on the left

Another, ahem, poem. :P Anyway, this blog's gonna be deleted soon. I'm fed up with blogging. Period.

Gazing outside into the open,
And doing it every so often,
In a bleak attempt to hide,
What I can never dare to confide.

Shying away from your eyes,
Trying to see through your lies,
Doing what I hate to do-
Trying to go away from you.

When the lectures get boring,
Is when I feel like snoring,
But don't you think I'm bereft,
When I gaze through the window on the left.

The world outside the window,
Has a lot more to show,
Than just a few pretty dames,
Whom I can never know by their names.

Do you feel that its you whom I look at ?
You'd be just a fool to even think of that,
The fantasies of life are giving me a call,
And the window is my pass to discover 'em all.

I'm not ignorant to what goes inside your mind,
You will stab me someday from behind,
But don't you think I'm bereft,
When I gaze through the window on the left.




1 comment:

  1. I so so love this one. You wrote it! Woow. Mast hai.

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