The road stretches
I am here at the window;
Beyond the lush green rain trees
The road stretches till the hills
And my eyes too.
At times they hang on to the hills
And runs through the road
And occasionally the sparrows,
hummingbirds
The raven pair, the pair of pigeons,
the chameleon,
They bring back my eyes.
Time stops and space grows;
Occasional pedestrians and vehicles,
The dogs that run to and fro
The chirpings, caws, the honks
And the distant faint talks.
The space grows so much and
Everything fits in within the
window frame
Free from one another
Life burgeoning in every atom
Entrances to unknown stories.
The gift of the window,
A black hole in the time,
A treasure of unknown bliss;
Gaining unregistered time and space
Building something other than me,
within…
#Napowrimo #Day1
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