all around, four
walls
silent, gazing,
unmoved but there
they have seen
people come and go
and they have only
been fair
to hear, not hear
but stand still, at
ease
and speak or not
speak of
what transpired -
tumult or bliss?
if they could speak
if they could tell
each other
what they thought of
some
and what they
thought of the others
would they speak of
the people
the ones that came
in and walked out...
would they speak of
the silence
and how some souls
ramble about?
joined shoulder to
shoulder
looking at each
other night and day
would they talk
about the lonely eyes
that stared at them
from near yet away
about the passion
shared,
and would they speak
of the throes
the gasps and the
shudder and the whispers?
would they talk
about everything they've heard and known?
of the lonely soul
that longed for company
the listless couple
that longed to be alone
of the kindly soul
with a smile of gold?
and the cruel man
with a heart of stone?
would they cry with
the broken hearts
and shed tears of
joy and sorrow as shed?
launch sighs at the
sighful moments
and shudder as they
see things they dread?
they might, they
might not
we dont know but
people, they
will come and they
will go - journey
through their lives
and at some point stay
enclosed by these
walls, looking up, wondering
do they see and hear
me? will they
talk about me
when am gone?
they might, they
might not - that's all i can say...
David Antony
03/21
Again, your verse moves... It has that tennysonian feel... "For men may come and men may go/But I go on forever" (The Brook, Alfred, Lord Tennyson)
ReplyDeleteWould they? Do they?
I know I do, a lot of times!
:-)
Deletethey do. and so do you. and i.
these lines spun of a conversation i had with a friend and she asked me "what if the walls around us can hear or see us.. what would they do?...."
Thank you for stopping by and thanks to that friend for the trigger :)
Now I am going to look at walls with a totally different eye. Phew.
ReplyDeleteBut, its so true isn't it, as they stand silent, shoulder-to-shoulder, looking at each other all the time(I loved the image that you conjured), what all could they have witnessed? Do they talk about it among themselves? Brrr... I am suddenly feeling cold.
They might.. they might not :D
ReplyDeletewhat if they really do - well, that's scary :)
Thank you for stopping by Shail!! And am done with almost half of your book :D will write to you in detail about that...
*on tenterhooks*
DeleteIt was a real pleasure to read this one david.... I actually could visualized Walls having eyes... tears rolling down the eyes of wall, smile and anger on face... it was truely amazing one...
ReplyDeleteKeep writing ....
i shall keep writing saar, as long as the muse strikes! :D
Deletewell, like i have been pondering... deewaron ke bhi kaan hote hain :D he he...
Modkaaa... you keep writing too - following your blog regularly!