The fortune teller and bangle seller, call out to me
A tinkle and a clang, a fluttering parrot joining in the cacophony
A poet ponders somewhere in the distance
A dervish whirls with an unseen semblance
Dogs lay curled up in the sand
As the sun fades away on the horizon.
A sudden clap of thunder,
Leaves fall asunder.
In the midst of what I am subjected
My thoughts go on uninterrupted.
Memories stirred, meanings searched
Even those unformed, nascent, premature and blurred.
As the clouds crowd around,
Wishes and words in equal measure abound-
I am as much light, as I am darkness
I am as much life, as I am death
I am as much known, as I am unknown;
At present I see possibilities before me
And I ruminate as a rebel set free,
And quietly tell my higher self-
I’m tired of thinking of me.
The sea brings forth a wave
And takes it back to save-
Its own self or something else?
The answer is revealed to me as much as I am to myself.
So I move along with the wind and the rain
As a mystic would from nothing refrain,
Trying to disappear into the vast unknown
With the promise of nothingness.
And as my reality changes within me
The world remains as it is.
So I smile and look away from the fortune teller and bangle seller
And resume my journey yet again,
Going back, from where I came.
-Someone.. someone.
