Amorem Walking and Poetry

I was feeling very unproductive and down today and I was instantly reminded of my hometown for some reason. A particular day came rushing to my memory- I distinctly remember feeling unproductive and down then too. So I got out of the house and went for a walk. And when I came back, I made a poem out of all that I saw. And after that, it was like the affliction in me had eased considerably. It was on that day that I came to realize how walking and poetry writing are two things that could build back my soul. Even though it is such an amateur poem, I'd like to share it here. Because there's this quote that goes- "You say 'amateur' as if it was a dirty word. 'Amateur' comes from the Latin word 'amare', which means to love. To do things for the love of it." So here's the poem.

The people scurry past

The urge to get home

The cars bustle through

The packed noisy street

I walk through the side

The air heavy with food

Evening snacks being served

Dosas and chais

I saunter by the grounds

Young boys kicking the ball

Everlasting screams and whistles

Sweaty and joyous as they get

I stroll through the garden

Roses and lilacs being watered

The gardener offers a kind smile

I do my best to return it

I pass by an oak tree

Old men gathered at its base

They play cards and they smoke

The crinkles near their eyes showing

I amble by the library

Peeking in through to find

Not more than three lonely ghosts

Sipping coffee as they please

I tread on and on and on

Bathing in the last of the sun rays

He will sink down soon

And the darkness will take over it all

And here I am, walking on and on

Like a mere haunted ghost

Waiting for the moon and the stars

To wash over my ache and my agony

And here I am, walking on and on

Unnoticed by many

Screaming and paining through

The last of the daylight that remain

It's sunset

It's nightfall

And I'm bleeding

Through it all.

But let me tell you one thing

Let me tell you what I see

Yes, there is this cruel ache in me

But I see nothing but sheer beauty.

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