The Window

Supine,
On my bed
I gaze out the window
Square with venetian blinds,
Vertical
Giving a glimpse
Of the sky and the clouds
Playing catch
The trees swaying
Beckon as did my playmates
It feels like
Playing peek-a-boo
With the world outside

The vehicles
With their occupants
Ply by
In a hurry
Oblivious to lives
Hanging by the thread
And hooked to
Machines and tubes
Pressure and Pulse Monitors
To stay alive!

Life has its way
Of teaching
And testing
Oneself
Dare I look within
I will find
Myself reflected
On the other side
Of the window....
Plying by
Oblivious!!