I sometimes look at the window opposite to mine
Not because I am keen, but because of the loud noises and the fights
Mostly it is all calm and quiet
When a regular day transpires
But on some days out of the blue
I hear rising voices and arguments, a few
Slowly the situation escalates
There are accusations and blame games.
Though not I hear what it is all about,
I can feel the emotions throughout
Probably pent-up feelings and wishes
Probably some hidden sorrows and life's glitches
The anger and the frustration
The helplessness and the desperation
Sometimes, it is not about right and wrong,
It is about the life we long
The gap that exists between the dream and the reality
Creating all the hostility
The loud noises and banging bring me back
And again I can feel the personal attacks
I look down, feel sorry, and silently pray
That the ongoing storm doesn't cause much hurt and goes away
Of course, after some time, everyone goes silent
And I sigh in relief, the storm has finally elapsed.
For many days I don't hear a thing
And think, after all, some happiness life does bring
