I can feel it. Pangs of separation…I will never be at this window ever again.
Many a moments have passed with me standing here, looking out into the oblivion.
The sky has changed colour many times, from the grey to the clear blue to the gloomy black to soothing golden orange, so has the time.
There have been good times and bad ones. But the best time has been here, beside this window, in solitude.
There is a sprinkle of rainfall; a kite soars high braving the rain.
People below run for cover, specks of white fluttering in the myriad hues of humanity.
Memories of times when the skies were blue, skirt around the wisps of smoke. Times; when I was driven to break the grills of the window and reach for the birds flying high up there.
Now I harbour no such intentions. Lessons have been learnt; some the hard way and the rest on the way. I am happy to stand by this window and just witness the happenings. Time goes on, people just exist and vanish. It doesn’t wait for the people.
The rain has become steady. Visibility is a blur. There is flashing of tail lights of an aeroplane taking off. The taste of fresh coffee lingers. I don’t want to leave this place.
There is laughter, of men, free living souls, not bound by the rules, engaging in the trifles of happiness.
Amazing times these. They will never come again.
A fledgling kite hatched out of its egg the day I came here. Its nest is in the rest room ventilator. Everyday I have seen it grow; sprout feathers of brown and white, spread out its wings, ready to fly. Today he hasn’t come back yet. I can see him soaring up there, ready to fly away into the horizon to a brave new world.
The rain hasn’t stopped yet. But there is a a golden hue. A sublime tint touching everything I can see.
My bag is packed. I am ready to go.
One last look; I see a rainbow.
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Listening to: Iron Maiden - Brave New World
via FoxyTunes
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