The Window

Sunday, end of the weekend but it was just another weekend ending for a jobless like me. I was glued to my Instagram account reading the posts
of all my favorites’ poet, wondering how talented they are, dreaming to be one of them and cursing my writers block. It seems writer’s block loves me that’s why it keeps visiting me often.From
few days I am trying to write but my thoughts doesn’t support.


It started raining heavily, I kept my phone aside and went to my window to enjoy the view. As it was already midnight the roads were silent,only voice I can hear was of rain drops falling on the mud, creating music along with the heavenly smell of mud, this is what I call serendipity. Usually a writer prefers a place surrounded by nature and full of peace to think to pour out whatever is going on in his/her mind but I found my own serendipity in that window.


Out of nowhere I remembered a line “NOTHING IS PERMANENT “. I felt like this line is revolving all around me, if nothing is permanent then even this has to go this Serendipity. May be I won’t be able to witness this moment again. My heart didn’t wanted to accept it. There were many thoughtful arguments going on in my mind


If nothing is permanent

Then how come memory resides

 In our heart for forever?


If nothing is permanent

Why love doesn’t fade away with time?


If nothing is permanent

Then why human wake up

With the hope

To survive every day?


If nothing is permanent

Then why the sun’s light

Is always determined?


If nothing is permanent

Then how can a child’s

Laughter can be temporary?



It’s people’s perspective

That is temporary but

Their emotions are

Always permanent


When rains stopped I went back inside, took out my old journal and Ran my hands through the pages,

Everything was alive, nothing was gone. Everything in my life was permanent. I captured them through my ink.