It really isn’t the power to communicate that differentiates us from nature
it is perhaps the intellect to understand and empathize with the aura of others
to blend in without complaints
to love and to care without conditions
to thrive vividly and even perish with the company
to stick around like a flake in the winter of life and crumble into dust in the autumn of grief
…..
It was the usual chaotic bliss in the french colonies of Pondy the other day
with history trying to mingle with the boisterous streets of the tourist bazaar
The beach spreading its arms wide in a gesture of serenity and leisure
relishing the waves that dance their way through the rocks on the face of the beach
The bazaar undoubtedly boasts authenticity and vigor
and amid this hustle, a distinguished gentleman steals your attention
A shy yet fierce (all pretend),
a patient and adamant sir
who ensured to not pay any heed to I, the stranger
and stared black into the dimensions of the diner
eager or either in hunger or in ignorance of my presence as I would likely say
For sure he sits for a while but the constant gush of footsteps keeps him on his tiny toes
oscillating between 2 extremes of emotions
One an undefinable sense of joy and the other a state of utter disappointment
The winter finally seemed to give in to the spring
when the prima donna arrived and unleashed the enemy of his neck
there he walked leash-free, wagging his tail akin to the strikes of 12
frolicking through the beachy sand, frivolling against the misty wind
Fears he not to lose himself to the hungry waves but to get lost in the crowd
In a crowd where the person you look up to isn’t found
where going home isn’t about the house but the comfort of 2 arms and love unbound..
