A Heap of Debris

Hi Folks !


What follows is a reflection of my observations I fancy each morning amidst a slow cool breeze I subject myself to. Do let me know how you felt.


A Heap of Debris...

I awoke this morning

to a breeze so gentle.

Kissing me, it moved some more and went afar,

lost in wilderness across the horizon.

Stretching a little, I realized

I was amidst a heap of debris

and wondered how desperation defeats one’s senses !

I pulled myself off the heap

and started walking to fetch some water.

Little away, I found some stagnant water

serving a couple of pigeons already.

I wished to shoo them away

but found myself way too small and sans courage

to entertain any thoughts of doing so.

I waited for them to finish and

only after they flew away far enough to not be seen with naked eyes,

did I wag my tongue in an effort to wet my throat.

Right across the street, then

I saw numerous puppies surrounding their mother;

jumping at her, trying to touch her face,

all of them.

And then in a moment,

they all put their muzzles to her innumerable nipples

and their mother gazed satisfied, as they sucked life.

A sudden urge then developed

somewhere within me too

that wished to partake in the indulgence,

easily the most desperate one.

But I didn’t belong there, I knew

nor did I own her.

I too am a little puppy as they are

but we are different.

They own a mother that oozes life to them,

and I own nothing save a heap of debris

amidst which I awoke this morning

to a breeze so gentle...

R.S. January 08, 2010

Cheers !