Mid-autumn lone soul

My encounter with a middle-aged Indian man, on the day of moon-cake festival in September, while running errands in KK in a stifling Wednesday afternoon.

He looks at me , and I glance at him,
he’s with his blank expression,
and supposedly untamed heart,
mine, with the curiousity of a child,
hoping to undo all the fibres of his inner being,
to unravel his thought, and mode of thinking,
ragged clothes, frizzy hair,
he’s in his world of his own,
he looks through and beyond,
unmoved by what he’s seen.
because in his ignorance,
nothing is within his grasp,
nothing within his care.

A free-wheeling soul?
Maybe.

I may not walk a mile in his shoes,
yet at this instance as we cross paths,
I notice a sense of forlorn,
and he’s a lone soul in the impending darkness of night,
of wanting to love, be loved,
craving to belong..
yet these desires are too far-fetched,
for him to fulfill..

Tonight way up high in the sky,
a star sits silently besides a Mid- Autumn full moon,
whispering love-deprived loneliness,
to a lone soul spending a chilly night at a little corner of a five foot pavement,
of a dirty old building,
as sleep invites him to the netherworld of not knowing, not seeking,
into a dream of eternal carefree night…