looking through the window...

When I sit in the apartment,
when I look through the window,
the sun rays kissing the green grass,
the cool breeze touching the senses,
it gives a heaven satisfaction,
it tells to submit to the feel of sensation.

I ponder over my situation,
why I am sitting ideally with frustration,
suddenly I have got leisure,
but no wish of enjoying this time,
I want to keep my self busy,
I want to race ahead in the rat race.

I do not want to bug down with the slowness,
this is the time to fight the battle,
this is the time to win and enjoy,
I do not want to slow my pace,
I am ready to fly as I have wings,
I want to see the world and see the beauties.

Just counting the days when I will run through the window,
may be the days are not far away,
may be the break is much needed one,
but I can't keep sync my mind and my heart,
I try to relax but I can't,
may be restless I am,
just counting the days to fly again by looking through the window...…