Always on the outside looking in…
Walls adorned with pictures of the family,
A shelf holds trophies for every year,
Soft toys piled in a corner,
Children jumping on the bed,
Nick-knacks stored out of reach on the cupboard top.
A much used, beautiful curtain flutters with the breeze
And offers these glimpses through the open window
To someone always on the outside looking in…

Always on the outside looking in…
Counting the floors down to a balcony
Where two lovely chairs promise of a tea-time conversation hold,
Colorful flowers in potted plants calm the soul,
Tended with care on a weekend

A wind chime melodiously breaks the silence,

To someone always on the outside looking in…

Epilogue (updated Jan 2020):

To the me who’s always on the outside, looking in makes that life all desirable. Makes me want to put down roots, stay for more than a while. But then the moment passes, as the glance moves towards the open, blue sky. And I wonder. I love to fly, scale heights and run wild. Would putting down roots come at a cost of all these other things that I love – fly, scale, run wild?