A Quest Of A Saudade Kangaroo
Stepping out of the confined walls of his habitat,
the occasional paroles enlighten him of mankind’s proliferation,
beyond the census of ants in his room.
As a kangaroo he journeys, hopping in and out of cities,
and as a koala he lives, finding solace in solitude.
A nomadic resident he is, caught in the loop of ecdysis,
awaiting the next animal’s mask he will adorn.
Is solitude a fancy word for loneliness? he wonders.
To let his fellow beings believe he is content,
while deep inside he feels emptiness,
waiting to be filled with company.
A warm hello will melt the glaciers of strangeness, he believes.
Time and again, his eyes stumbled on other wanders,
two and four-legged, immersed in their paroles,
only to realize he was invisible, seldom noticed, like a chameleon.
Under the veil of invisibility, he ponders,
What is love? the definitions are plenty.
But the naked truth can only be experienced, not described,
and how can he be sure what love is, if he was never smitten dearly,
or never been wounded by passion?
Oh God, my god, why have you forsaken me? he wonders.
Why is the outer world full of strangers but a cell phone filled with pals?
Is it because he doubts that the world is round,
but believes that a phone is flat?
or is it a Satanic play, beyond your sway?
When he partakes in life's magnificence,
he wishes to share his experiences,
with somebody of equal magnificence.
Else he remains a mere spectator,
when there is no witness to rejoice with, in his endeavours.
Saudade, he is, surely, or wise has he become?
to preach himself that to love is merely to remember and not possess,
for love shouldn't curb into surrender but sprout into freedom.
Content for one is wretched for another, he says.
Is he now becoming a fox?
Like the one that believed grapes were sour,
when he could not reach them.
Gods perceive and animals believe that they create order,
which is again nothing but random.
He wants to continue the quest, to thinketh,
even after the end of his onerous journey.
But it is time for the questing animal to be still, be silent.
As the Sun sets, the Saudade mammal returns from his paroles.
Ready to rest and hide under the invisible cloak of his quilt.
As the metamorphosis to a sloth begins to commence,
he is beginning to believe, that everything’s random.
As his lenses shutters, to travel to an unknown wonderland,
he awaits two possibilities when the curtains may open again.
To resurrect back again as an invisible mortal, or to be feasted by the ants.
