24hrs in KE7

With apprehension I traversed
the terrains of umfamiliarity
welcomed by faces mutually
perplexed, ungreeting, awkward.
To the left silhouette of
architectural polarity, to the right
portraits of side profiles superposed
on a bright yellow background, as I
paced along towards far away
seclusion in tandem.
Oh, the aura gets to me, the
domicillary discomfort, the
pondering of gestures undefined; uninterpretated
the scent of odour tainted
timber, un-varnished, vanished.
Pen clicks, trench mending and
frequent lateral gazes at apparent
coldness of warm occupancy.
An introduction and 3 hours of
conclave-like passivity, I sit,
chest against a blunt edge, eyes
transfixed, pen empowered but my mind
floats away with the uninterrupted
silence of this cool April night.

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Initially the boredom gets to

me and I fidget trying to

brush it off me from its

clinging to my stripes.

But I grow quiet and

tired of things that are

relentless to effort, to

desires that

overtakes your quest for

resistance.

I thought temptation is

resistable, alas!

to have found profound truth

underlying such premature proclamation.

I exclaim in lawful

prejudice; discrimination? what

has that got to do with anything?

wait....

Have my thoughts left me?

Is that why boredom expands

in this vacuum of my isolated

personality?

I raise questions but

darkness in my head makes light

fade into oblivion..

I picked up the phone

and asked my mother this

"Is fragility a terracotta cup? or is

it a lonely heart sensitized, cursed?"

Everything but the resilient spirit...

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