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He always keeps looking out of the window…

He always keeps looking out of the window

I don’t know why but I can foresee

perhaps he likes the gusting winds which touch his face

when he slinks out of the window

giving him a sensation of liberation to move

hereabouts beyond like the winds, for they know no barriers,

he always keeps looking out of the window

as if he is doing all this for the end moment,

trying to assimilate each and everything which foreruns him,

because growth has its own constraints

he always keeps looking out of the window

as if he is gonna heed the love of his life,

in the stranger’s passer-by,

who kens because as far as I assume

we all rise as a stranger don’t we?

he always keeps looking out of the window

as if he knows how to fly the bogus mortal interaction

because creation is the sole truth

he always keeps looking out of the window,

as if he knows that I am observing him

because what he is looking is inside the window

and that’s why he is candid to traverse

And as he continues to do this

I will keep on writing, “he always keeps looking out of the window”

For I embrace to presume

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Written by Aditi

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