I Look at the Same Window Twice – A Poem on Friendship, Fear & Reflection
Every day I look at the same window twice.First during the daytimeWhere it adorns a gulmohar tree Framed right in between. A petal or two falls on the pane.And I can’t help but feelIt wanting to be my friend.We see each other every day nowIt has been oh so longI don’t even remember how. I tell him all my secrets that I hold tightBut even talking for hours doesn’t suffice. For As the night slithers inMy friend turns against me. Haunted becomes the scene of a Monet's painting I admired.Petals turn into gazes. I can’t seeI try to stare back…...
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Every day I look at the same window twice.
First during the daytime
Where it adorns a gulmohar tree
Framed right in between.
A petal or two falls on the pane.
And I can’t help but feel
It wanting to be my friend.
We see each other every day now
It has been oh so long
I don’t even remember how.
I tell him all my secrets that I hold tight
But even talking for hours doesn’t suffice.
For As the night slithers in
My friend turns against me.
Haunted becomes the scene of a
Monet's painting I admired.
Petals turn into gazes. I can’t see
I try to stare back at them.
in an attempt to scare them off,
but end up flinching from their beady little eyes
that I can’t even look upon.
I wait for the daytime again,
so I can tell him what he did
But he never listens and probably never will.
I look at the same window twice.
Once in the morning
Once at night.
