Every Window Has Its T ale

Brooding on my rocking chair placed near to room’s window

Mind full of ambiguity and eyes staring at my moving shadow

Today the chapter was of despair

Getting no clue to alter or repair

I moved towards my window in ambivalence

Time was to imbibe the positive energy and take a stance

As the window exchanges soft cool breeze here and there

Hope came in and evade despair

This Eye of my House rescued my faith

I felt rejuvenated and take a deep breath

Every window has its tale

Some are bright and some are pale

An Eye of the House is Window

So are our Eyes our Soul’s Window

 An abandoned house window narrates the dismaying story

Old castle windows tell their history

Stained glass embellish windows of the church

The train window shows a motion picture

An open window enhances ventilation

So an open mind initiate ideas evocation

God must be watching us from heaven’s window

Looking at his picturesque meadow