As far as I remember, this guy I had just met was 'mansplaining' the song 'Country Roads' while trying to convince me to get a horoscope reading. Apparently, I was wasting my potential by- A. ignoring that I was born in the Aries-Taurus cusp, and B. aspiring to a single life and studio apartment instead of a family and a country farm house.
This is a piece of real estate tranquillity,
built on the graves of yellow flowers,
green grass, and insignificant insect life.
I remain untouched
by stereotype
of country versus city.
Country roads do not always lead
to some safe harbour of beauty.
The city has its own patch of poetry
set free in some lonesome night
from darkened roofs, silently.
This is not where I've always lived.
But this is where I become, be-ing.
Softness of pearls
hides a cruelty.
White beauty,
born of sand
borne by the sea.
Such waves surround this city.
The grave- just a memory.
One home of loneliness
split into many.
'The Aries woman walks alone'
'The Taurean is a stone'.
I am solitary.
I walk in my city.
14/5/10
