Wild in Restraint, Pristine as Unkempt
Debris post a
celebratory whirlpool,
Swirling
berserk,
I watch bystanding
gazes swoosh stoic concern, rippling-up seashores glistening lights, into frozen
mockery,
Our world turns
out to be an aesthetic charade,
A million camera-flashes
blind and deafen.
Almost as if
practise-session(s) meant to acquire the wherewithal to conquer snakes and
ladders.
I see holidays,
all merrily gone haywire in television commercials right before sight,
A replica of
method-acting, possibly.
A handful of
sparkles loudly plucked, most quietly hoarded.
Days all passed
by, as if toddlers aged one, we beam at a newer seashore,
Pines and
wilderness and clearer waves,
Wild in restraint,
pristine as unkempt,
Cradled within the
arms of vicarious infancy, I wonder if in its swathe of unreasoned mirth,
anything would ever be foreign,
I barely onlook
but communicate with apparently seated magnificence, all set to dive into
attendance for the humble sake of child’s play,
All sombre
incumbencies being parcelled away,
Whooshing like the
breeze by the shore, I know there reside self-styled planters cleaning up sand
of their own accord,
Chasing better
alternatives over real games of chess and board,
As the misty sea
vanishes from the earnest shore at a distance,
The distance
perceivable albeit unaccomplished,
Ornamented by the
setting sun converging into the retreating sea.
Absolutely beautiful!
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