To feed on pure air and wisdom -K.B

To feed on pure air and wisdom

 

 

Today,
The
Air
Was pure.

The skies
Were blazing
With wisdom,

Omens
Were
Accumulating
At every corner
Of the street.

A sweet
Walk
By the
Train
Station
Told
Me a lot.

In those
Hubs,
Life happens.

People
Walk
And cross.

There
Was a man,
Totally
Wasted
Who fell
On the bench.

There were
Two women
Looking
Into the eye
Of life
Together.

Somehow,
I always
Felt
A stranger
To all those
Things,
As if in
Exile
On earth,

Or,

Just a lonely
Observer.

Of course,
I mingle
With people
But never
Too much.

The mysterious
Alchemy
Of the mind
Is always
At work.

Even
Taking
A shit
In public
Spaces
Is not
Easy
Nor innocent.

It was
A sweet
Walk.

Beauteous
Ladies
Lightened
My gaze.

Less beauteous
Indidividuals
Caught
My eye too.

I had to
Fiund
A way,

A way
to expand
My mind,

Coz’,

I was feeding
Myself
With pure
Air.

As for
Wisdom,
The one
Who thinks
That he can
Possess it
Is mad,

Therefore,
I won’t say
That.

What I can
Say though,
Is that
I was feeding
On the wisdom
That lies in the skies
Too, like an eternal
Beacon of hope
When they lower
Their wings
On people,

Like tongs
Of white
Fire caressing
My tired
Face after
Work.

 
K. B

 

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