Windows

Media open our windows to the world,
To bring sounds and visuals into our fold,
Like moths,mosquitoes and cockroaches.
Half baked,or made-to-exist facts,
Pollute our eyes and ears,in fullest form.

Smiles and tears are each one's windows,
Opening one's shutters to be seen,
As patterns of minds,with slices of behaviour.
Hidden emotions bind blinkers to eyes,
Putting one's mind,behind the bars.

The tongue is the worst of all windows,
Letting private thoughts out,to subvert society.
The tongue is a three-part window; 
As a truant,in times of want of a witness,
A toppling trouble maker when all is well,
And a towering trouble shooter,at tough times.

Windows can not make a lone leeway for
One way traffic,to let in or out,vagabond thoughts,
Vitrifying words and deeds without application.
A window that brings us fruitful air of freedom,
Secures us,our sense of belonging,truly fulsome.
     P. Chandrasekaran