Windows lament the gloomy days
Missed opportunities to hear from the travelling winds
Sometimes they mumble after a slight push
Lonely for now, they have no new stories to share
Out there, the busy world walks in an orchestrated way
Empty seats and abandoned dreams
Some forlorn faces, but most of them are stoic
Different dreams rush past similar paths
No glances are exchanged in this daily commute
Comparisons are surreptitiously imagined
There is a parallel world between the mind and eye
Always seeking a window of opportunity
Laborious stories stifle the course of a journey
The abandoned windows keep an eye on the world
~Amitav Chowdhury
Amitav Chowdhury 