Yearnings of imprisoned eyes

On either sides of the window lie
long streets of lights, where life
passes by..
gazing where the air smells real
& where the dusk quiver till the
sun disappears..

where all the roads meet the sky
& where through the crowd my eyes
run by
there have been everybody-except " I "
through the breeze that blows forever
little trees dance along, as colorful
leafs fall & shiver

where the noises break the sharp
silence..where people voices make
a beautiful tense
where life makes completely a wider
meaningful sense..

there as the night darkens early
fun rests while, love echoes cheerily
through the yearnings of my eyes,
I can see journeys winding clearly

on either sides of the window lie
different images of people passing by
gazing where my lonesome can't go near
my eyes shiver till the lights of the streets
disappear

By : Rania Moallem

******contest :
You are unable to leave your home or go outdoors...the only view you have of the outside world is the view from your window......Write a poem about how you view the world looking out of your window...