BY YASHMIT SEGAL
I still yearn for the window seat,
where the view is just a marvellous treat.
I see the landscape rush past by,
and just like that I wish all my problems away, with a sigh.
There is magic in this prized gaze
outside this transparent veil, onto the fleeting haze
which provides some recompense,
to yesteryears’ lost innocence.
This seat is beyond ordinary,
and its effects; far from being illusionary.
Just one peer outside this gateway of possibility,
offers solace, calm, and peace,
a moment wherein all worries cease.
As the light starts to fade,
and I get lost in nightfall’s serenade,
each scene hums a silent symphony,
embracing me in serenity's reverie.
Whether I yearn for a distant star,
or long for moments that slipped too far,
one glance through this glass upon the landscape,
provides natures loving escape.
It is a space to just be me,
a place where my soul feels free.
And as I see the outside world put on a show,
I forsake the frets of tomorrow.
Suspended here amidst the fleeting time,
life’s own essence finds its rhyme.
It is a sanctuary from the mundane,
where the amorous echoes of nature reign.
Ah! I still yearn the forever-longed window seat,
childhood’s imagination,
adulthood’s contemplation,
a gateway to observe the passage of time,
and snatch a moment away from life’s grime.