I watched the soft Dawn
caress
the contours of that emerald
canvas;
Peeking, as usual,
rather sedately
around the corners;
Unerring everyday
diplomacy (in the office)!
I watched those feathery trails
making their way rather
indifferently,
Those undecipherable, tiny dots
and
I realised
Pathways known and
cruised along never
afford
Indulgence.
I saw the boatman pull up
his oars
as the mast filled up
with self-importance.
Did it heed it’s lover,
the Wind – eternal Mystic
or
was it playing along
coy Mistress
to the dark Waters,
as usual?
Going about
devoid of
that Spark of Life
or just apathy
to plain Feeling?
Reminiscing-
Pale coffee
and pallid cigarette smoke
every single
moment,
monotonously
carrying the Burden
of my
everyday’s oxygenated
Shadow.