Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The Seagull and the Turtle

A love story of the ocean
Rinsed by sea spray and white surf
Fuelled by sunlight warming the blue waters
Music created by the clattering sea shells
The seagull, beautiful and majestic
Born to be free
Flying to exotic shores
Addicted to speed, to solitude
A life filled with adventure but an empty heart
Until it meets the turtle
Swimming just below the surface
The turtle, wise and calm
Moving slowly, ageing forever
An aquatic explorer
A heart full of the ocean’s secrets
So much to share, to care
The seagull and the turtle
His passion and her patience
His impulsiveness and her sentimentality
His flight and her strokes
Wings and flippers
Perfectly in sync
Until one day
When the seagull in his relentless journey
Spots a foreign shore
Glittering, tempting
He is drawn towards it
Driven to explore
Farther and farther he flies
Leaving the turtle behind
She cries out for attention, he ignores her
His own mission is far more important
Excitedly he reaches his destination
Only to discover
The light that beckoned to him
Is but a swarm of fireflies
a family of insects, getting together for dinner
He is an uninvited guest, he cannot stay
So the seagull flies back
But the turtle has disappeared
She has dived into the deep currents
Unwilling to wait for him any longer
This time he waits, willingly
But she does not surface
And the seagull circles overhead
Calling out to her
His cries fall on deaf waves
And the seagull moves on
He lives a full and healthy life
He doesn’t die of sorrow
But the most tender, the most delicate feather
On his white body
Blackened and died
Unnoticed
The day the seagull lost the turtle
to the vast ocean.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Think

A flock of pigeons on your window ledge
Creating an absolute ruckus, waking you from your hard earned slumber
You sit up angrily, determined to shoo them all way
Ugly grey machines of noise
You flap your hands around like a madman
On a mission to stimulate an exodus
But just then a white pigeon arrives
Like the ultimate messiah of peace
A flawless pearl on a grey ocean floor
This beautiful guest changes your mood
And you stare lovingly at its luminous feathers
As for the grey pigeons, you choose to ignore them
In favor of their royal white cousin
Who has unknowingly saved the day for the entire flock.

But is the white pigeon aware
Of the spell it has cast on you?
Is it aware that it is white and unique and beautiful
Or does it feel left out, an outcast
Is it proud to be white? Or would it rather be grey
May be that’s why it has arrived suddenly amidst the grey flock
Determined to seek acceptance
Desperate to blend in with its friends
Unwilling to be treated like an alien
Ashamed to be colorless and transparent

Is beauty about being distinct or being well accepted?
No one is the ultimate judge
No one has the last word
Not even the creator
Because he has created us all with his own hands
And to judge us, to pity us
Would be to pity himself.