Wandering through aesthetic pleasures
Contemplating green paths of wild nature,
Tropical trees as high as city skyscrapers
Hide cashew nuts hanging from apples.
Red, green and yellow fruits gleaming
Through forests of diversity releasing liquid
Rubber over thick bushes of untouched lands
Under the scorching rays of an equatorial sun.
I leisurely walk on a seeming trail to the sea
Only to have my eyes captivated by reflections
Of colourful squares of glass composing windows,
A grand forsaken wooden villa succumbing
To repossessing merciless wilderness. Tiptoeing
Sceptically I approach, a curious animal incognito,
Looking through blown sands in its entrails
I place my hand on the creaky doorknob and enter.
Abandoned I think until I notice details,
Basins deprived of faucets electrical wires to nowhere,
Spiderwebs and the marks of passing creatures
This place has never had a tenant and its beauty
Is lost in the blindness of people oblivious to its existence.
I linger thinking about the effort, the human labour,
The dreams the projects and the failures, questioning
For what use is a house if it never becomes a home?
Pondering upon aesthetic pleasures I wonder,
For what use is beauty if it remains unused?
[Featured photo: Unused abandoned house, Koh Phayam, Thailand]