I was standing there...

I was standing there... a cup of coffee in my hand...
watching over the parapet... into the distant sky...
the important chatter n the unnecessary laughter...
all droning on around me...

n i was standing there looking to the stretching vastness of the busy lives and the shortness of them all...
like a friend once wrote, alone, but not lonely...
content with my cup of strong coffee...
with leaving my soul to my own thoughts... the thoughts that were always milling about in my head..

I was standing there with my pair of shoes in my hands...
a little wet n muddy, sand sticking to it...
the waves crashed in n retreated... gearing up to fight again...
the shore standing still and strong...
by letting go of its sand, little by little

n I was standing there with the splashing water throwing droplets to my face...
the sky, blue and all above, showing its share of magnificence...
the wind blowing more to thrust the waves forward...
the peace inside me, a piece too small...
my thoughts fighting to prove its dynamism, competing with these forces of nature...

I was standing there in testimony to the tales of a hundred thousand billion years of war and struggle...
attending the lectures of the beautiful silence, the ever captivating...
that speaks volumes, narrating the whole story of life on earth and even else where, may be...
documenting the short and the long events... the secrets, of the universe...
in that jungle of woods and variety...
did I stand, in harmony with that was all around me, but my soul...

n I was standing there listening to all that important chatter and unnecessary laughter...
all droning on around me...
back at the terrace of my workplace... with my cup of strong coffee... content with my thoughts to myself.....