To window seats....
I somehow can't imagine a world without window seats...
Today, when I looked out of this window seat, I felt like paying an ode to it - to the innumerable window seats I sat along in my little life - the DTC bus seats, the blue line bus seats, the school bus seats, the auto seats, the metro seats, the train seats, the cab seats...
Today, when I looked out of this window seat, I felt like paying an ode to it - to the innumerable window seats I sat along in my little life - the DTC bus seats, the blue line bus seats, the school bus seats, the auto seats, the metro seats, the train seats, the cab seats...
The window-seat-journeys, my little escapades on my way to the school, college or office...It's like a passage into an alternate universe where I sink in, swim the depths, and emerge relieved, before entering the 'real world' and its rough workings...
Here's an ode to all those window seats that saved me a little bit, every time...
Window seats,
Seemingly ordinary, but magical portals that snap me out of the worldly cares,
Launching me into an alternate universe, just for a bit...
Letting me zone out, without a care, just for a bit...
I look out, and like every time, the window transforms into a screen,
And people and places move past, as if in a scene...
Letting me zone out, without a care, just for a bit...
I look out, and like every time, the window transforms into a screen,
And people and places move past, as if in a scene...
I'm usually plugged in, into my earphones - music streaming in...
Sinking into the depths of my mind, letting me tap into my feelings and imagination...
My face, stoic, it doesn't give away any of my inner workings,
While my mind strays to the music, conjuring emotions that must be felt...
It's all vivid in that moment, in my mind,
It's all vivid in that moment, in my mind,
Where I dwell in the possibilities and the lack of it,
Of the should haves, could haves..and what couldn't be... yes, them too...
Of the should haves, could haves..and what couldn't be... yes, them too...
What some call delusion, I call inner abyss...
All while, as I sit hypnotized at the epicenter of the portal,
My eyes glued to the changing scenes beyond the window of the seat...
At some point,
I feel this strange, dull sense of tiredness, of complacency - every single time...
At some point,
I feel the urge to sit hypnotized forever,
I feel the urge to sit hypnotized forever,
In the mesh of the inner world of my mind and the outer world passing by - both strangely aligned...
Wishing that I never reach the destination, so this journey never ends...
And I get to indulge in this uneventful, mundane yet heady, calming stupor,
And watch without a single care, the stories of the window-seat...
And watch without a single care, the stories of the window-seat...
Amrita~
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