WINDOWLESS WINDOW

A long lost friend stands behind my windowless window,

Once crimson red bricks separate us!

The moss on the wall is very old,

It has the same age of your exile!

 

Why now? Why at this hour?

Why you return after my defeat!

My hammers and spade lay there useless,

The moss filled monument still in the reign!

Here I am in my windowless room,

Staring into the windowless window,

On the other side is a long lost friend!

Why now? Why at this hour?

Why now, when the birds have flown home!

Why now, when the bats rule the skies!

Why now, when the sun is deep down!

Why now, on this dark dark night!

 

The daylight is far away,

It's pitch black for both you and me!

Why now? Why at this hour?

Maybe it is meant to be?

 

I took my hammer and fought the wall,

 ‘Cause I know you are fighting too!

The moss filled red trembles down

It is pitch black for both you and me!

 

I ran out and you ran in!

We both loose our hammers in between!

It is pitch black for both you and me

And it’s alright for the very first time!

SAANIKA S LAL