In a dark room,
where I have no one to confess my thoughts..
I see a window,
which touches the treetops.
It asked me to come closer and inhale the odour..
I stood there sober for a while and i’ve observed
Outside the window,
I see a birds nest,
The birds are chirping
I see the sun up there,
And the peoples are absorbing the vitamin..
I see people sharing thoughts, creating memories,
forgetting yesterdays grief
I see happy faces all round.
And then a thought of change hits my mind.
I turned on the lights and passed it behind.
And a moments later I found myself in room full of lights..
-Karan Miriyala
