A Window to Peep Into My Soul

I look out the window, to get a glimpse of the world,
A tall window revealing the outside view,
As people pass-by I search for someone to relate to.
Seasons change, people change but the window remains the same, but the search for someone continues.

The urge to relate, the urge to connect,
Is driven by the urge to find a known in the strange,
A glimpse of the world is a part of you, which is turned on by depths within you,
I search to find meaning, to find a soul, who is also lost in the tempest of the world's unknown,
When I see the people and what they do, I wonder who will come and bail me through.

Sometimes the window serves one to dream, sometimes it just happens to be!
Sometimes it makes me search for some company, where I look outside for someone just like 'me'.
Seeing the strange people, I try and seek familiarity- a person who can completely relate with me.
But the stranger is hard to seek, as the apprehensions 'within' stops you to be 'thee'.

Then you realize you are not looking for someone just like 'you', you are just trying to know the stranger within you.


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