It’s not the imitation of a scene
of a snapshot perhaps.
A memory perhaps
beneath it.
I see words
swirling past shadows
of a hand restrained to speak them
but paint the sky
with reds, blues and yellows
in circles and dots
of dreams I am afraid
to wake from.
Sunny days
in my weekend beach walks.
Windswept cold and bleak winter desert.
And the frozen grey and snow
collecting at my window pane.
Still
on paper water diluted tones,
shades and hues wandering
the landscape of my memory.
It may be the translucence
or opacity of colors. The absence
of whiteness and blackness
that leaves neutrality
of the wide space. I dwell,
linger and fade into horizon.
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Solitude Amidst the Maddening Crowd
Tourists At The Beach
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We walk along the beach to see
the happy couples like us staring at the ocean.
And see how the waves come and go
subduing our blues, buried under the sand.
Did we become a tourist of our own,
devoid of pleasure on being together?
We walk like solitary man and woman
glancing sideways, avoiding leisure
as if children were lost running both ways
chasing happiness out of sight. Dreaming
of lost balloons. Of lost kites. Of empty boats
bobbing, floating and drifting away.
We smile blankly and falsely wonder
about the beach umbrella blown in the wind
and the white surf racing past each other
to reach you. And me, while I am trying
to mute down my gaze towards a space
where shadows of people begins to fade
under the sheltering weight of the high noon.
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