window relection

1 Window Reflection

One dim light blears the room:a bulb,
half-watted, stuttering its almost-light,
smudging a ghost of the room over the street outside.
A gang of kids mutter laughter out there:
boys Niked and long-limbed,
girls all lip gloss and hoop earrings.
Giggles and smoke quaver the air. In here,
the TV eyes the far wall
and you stare at your nails till,
catching my eye, you half-smile and look away.
The window stares our lives into your eyes,
while a blind moth hammers a dumb prayer to the light.

window reflections

Paraphrase of the poem
In a dimly lit room, the light intermittently coming from a low-powered bulb, where the objects are seen but faintly, two persons sit silent, sunk in their own thoughts. Are they young, are they old? Are they lovers, are they husband and wife? What is the relation between them?
As they look outside, there is a view of the outside, where boys and girls,ultra-modern dressed up in nikes and jeans (what is that by the way?), smoke cigarettes and say indistinctly sweet nothings, all smothered in laughter. Does it remind them of something long gone?
Inside, there is a tv which nobody seems to watch. The man sits with his head down, the woman watches him. When suddenly he looks up, he catches the woman’s eyes, he shyly smiles and turns his eyes to the window. There, as both look, they could see only their own reflection, and are reminded of their past.
They turn their eyes into the interior and see a moth fluttering round the light and hitting against it, not finding its way.
Do they think of their wish to find a way out of their aloofness and not succeeding!