House without Windows

I live in a house that has no windows.

I don't know when the sky changes its colour,

Or when the moon changes its shape,

Or when the pink petunias bloom and die the cruelest death

they tell me that it's winter who crumbles pitiful buds under its freezing cloak

then again I think of me who is dying everyday inside this place where seasons do not put their steps on.

I could feel neither the warmth of sun in winter nor chilly morning breeze in sweltering summer.

But I could hear the big rain drops falling on the ground

I could hear the heavy footsteps approaching and receding

I could hear the birds chirping outside the wall 

And then I know that the sun is finally rising from its slumber

The door infront of me is like a paradox

Like Pandora's box

makes me excited for the beautiful World 

and nervous for the way the world would react

The house I live in has some obstinate stains,

Stains of blood and unbearable pain.

Chalk lines on the wall and some words of courage 

Maybe from those who once tried to escape,

From those who once wanted to break the walls and see the world outside 

And failed..

Maybe they had crashed  themselves thousand times on the large wooden frame

in a hope that oneday it'll break

but finally their body had given up.

Sometimes all i can feel is the same overwhelming urge to break the gigantic door that leads to somewhere unknown.

but i cannot

Maybe I never can.

the fear of smashing my already thinning body to massive door haunts me down 

I fear that the sun will burn my skin the way it slowly burns the cotton under a lens

I fear being dull and invisible in the glories and glitters of the world 

So I wait and keep waiting for the day to end

I wait for the chirping of birds and the owls to hoot again 

And I draw one more chalk lines to put the day to an end.

Thanks for reading..

Abhilipsa❤