Days are passing by, as I am still sitting on the washing stone of my terrace every night
Listening to old country music and smoking cigarette one after the other wondering where am I going and what am I doing?
You see the basic existential questions!
Thoughts are moving like the clouds in the sky, having no aim or purpose just occupying the space and time
The wind that blows also appears to be silenced by the thoughtful words of my mind
The lonely LED bulb glowing in the darkness and the plants that seem to be curious about each others presence
All mellowing down to calmness of the wind
Mosquitoes wandering around the plants, trying to find if there is any presence of warm body
The garden pots with various resourceful kitchen ingredients and beneficial flowers for the God. All encompassed in a variety of illogical names and logo on top of the surface of the pot
A ladder that is painted green silently resting on the wall not being disturbed by anything
An old rusted bicycle covered with dusted cloth resting against the wall not knowing when it will be put to use.
Clothes lying on the years old thin metallic wire slowly gazing at each other with comfort waiting for the sunrise
A bucket of water half filled with a hanging mug on the surface atop wondering when it will flow
Working together in the night are the prideful ants walking one behind the other in the most salient way as though they are on a mission
An earthenware bird bath placed at the corner, on top of a standing boundary wall waiting for the pigeons to absorb
The barking dogs on road, trying to see what they could do tonight for pleasure and entertainment
The fast aparted distance vehicles on the road, all awaiting anxiously to reach its destination
Here I am wondering about various things that lies across me, waiting and relaxing until a thought of sleep arises
Questioning myself, no loss or no gain from the thought I indulge in, only rampant thoughts figuring out its space to express onself
Lo, what a life! To give meaning to oneself and falsify ones thoughts
It really is absurd!
Human race is such an unpredictable evolutionary event
To fantasize and romanticize ones desire and insecurities, to depreciate and forgo ones weakness and courage
Life is a oxymoron filled with variety of furnishing choices
To indulge is to crucify in one’s own existential theater, to ignore is the assest of an optimistic nihilist but to gather and fleet is absurd or unfathomable love
Terrace it is, an entity encompassing a space of its own.