Window

 Through this window glass

I stare out for many answers

I feel the crispy wind 

And I see the birds

I look for the possibilities outside

And the truth inside

Or is it the window to my soul

I see the clouds glide above the window

Why is there a pane of glass 

Separating me from the truth and tears of joy 

You complement each day of my life

You're indeed my soul 

And the soul of my existence...Col Pradeep Pendyala