Jun 3
The window
Outside the large window there comes soft rains
From inside there comes gentle guitar strums
Accented by light taps on the glass panes
Which are in service here as nature's drums
One plays strings, another plays a console
With a wall mounted screen with hushed volume
On it a Mughal yells and fights a troll
The room fills with the combined tune
At the glass it takes longer per each tap
The rain stops, in its place quiet assumes
From inside alone comes the world's sound map
At least till the dance of mirrors resumes
Along with the music there is warmth here
In each other's company joy and cheer
