Yes, the window is clear. Tainted with droplets of the bygone. But clear. Perceived through the kohl of contemporary circumstance. But clear. Some droplets run down the kohl creating a spectrum of greys. But clear. I see! See the clear blue sky. See it with signs of a looming storm. And see the barren open fields with the promise of an impending blossom. I see people and things in reverse roles. I see joy and sorrow, each coming from the other. I see hope in despair and kindness in misery. I close my eyes, my kohl-lined eyes. And yet I see. I see so clearly. I am but a spot on the melange called universe. An enviable spot indeed. A potent spot, if not more. Because the world’s not without. The world is within. So I see it. So I see me, see me clearly with oh! my kohl-eyed mind, I see kohl-eyed oh! me.
