Evening in Paris
Dec 2, 2017-They say Paris and romance
like lovers strolling leisurely
along the banks of Seine
with eyes meant only for one another,
and the beauty that only
springs around them.
But soon even this City of Love
towers over them
and tires them,
as they retreat to their
own private eden
enclosed, distant and to outsiders forbidden.
And caught in the aligned,
tree-lined spider mesh that is Paris,
we sat drinking coffee and croissants
on the table of a packed café
that spilled out into the streets.
In a city built for the
sights and the senses,
that, like a beautiful woman
retaining her reserved sensuality
with her declining age,
bewitches a young man with her elegance, fineries.
But as if she exists in two realms,
only understood by Seine’s subtle bends,
she transforms into
a young woman in love
who gives you her everything
purity and charm.
But beware, oh, new,
easily mesmerized by looks.
Try to see beyond
flower filled balconies
with the sun glinting on them.
Because like the way she navigates the
boundary of the old and the new,
that stitch and bind her,
you will find that she also wears
two faces- one she displays with
all the rouge and perfume of the worlds.
The other she only reveals
to those who
have patience enough, and passion, to look
Looking intently at the surviving
jingle jangle of love locks
at the Pontes Des Arts,
pairs, arm-in-arm, stroll
leisurely across the arch bridge;
as if seeking blessing for their
own committed love
from those who had
climbed the pedestal
And in the labyrinth
of the busy Parisian metropolitan,
a frazzled middle-aged woman
wearing grey jacket,
with her purse dangling down from her fingers,
remains standing statue-like
and staring with her wide, cold eyes
at nothing in particular,
like an evening Owl on a tree top.
People walk swiftly past her
on the very busy passageway
throwing not so even as a glance.
Published: 02-12-2017 08:32