dew drops on the window

Pressing his hands and face on the glass pane

Looks out a child to the outside world insane…

Foggy images of decrepit structures and encasing weeds,

People engrossed in fulfilling their selfish needs.

Trees standing leafless, like the thorny scrubs of death,

Uncanny sounds of ghouls and unholy wreath.

A whitewashed landscape, cold and colorless gaping…

A fog so stealthily, yet vividly creeping and shaping.

A rowdy place beneath a cloudy canopy of grey skies

A black bird ravenous, sits on the sill and spies…

Startled, the child takes off his face and hands to see

His breath has formed a mask on the pane, gee!!!

His pupil glowing, he traced a sun on the pane,

And a heart below it, atop a world free of pain.

High green mountains that formed,

Above beautiful hamlets and forests, and birds hummed

Floral gardens were now a reality in the eyes

And blue rivers gurgled white froth below the vast blue skies.

A fluffy cloud now harmlessly flies by…

What truth can be better than this beautiful lie?

For when the tracing was gone, merged back into the mist,

The first sun ray emerging from the cloud midst,

It showed a place so cruel, and obsessed in itself,

Unconcerned, unaffected by the shrewd destiny’s tryst.

The numerous dew drops now fuse into one and flow down,

Helpless under gravity and truth’s menacing shadow

The child sighs and backs off into the house
His dreams gone with the dew drops on the window……