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| A Lonesome Bench |
Chained to the ground, my locomotion is restricted. I feel
grounded at times, humble and down to earth at other moments. Mostly I am featured
in the color green. Green the color of the trees, green so that I can blend in
with the surroundings. When nobody cares for me I catch the metal cancer-rust. But
even then I am amiable, mixable with the brown shade of the bark of trees, with
the fallen twigs and rotten the grass.
I am a place to rest for the traveler. I don’t charge
anything, I can’t ask as I can’t speak. All I do is hearing. Sometimes I can
define the boundary between hearing and listening. I am not an eavesdropper,
but I am an excellent secret keeper. I love the conversations that take place
as people relax on me. Friends talking on any random stuff, lover’s sharing
their hearts and thoughts, kids using me as a musical instrument to play various
sounds, so much activity. But at night I am lonely, be it winters, summers or
rainy weather, I stand my ground. Occasional squirrels and birds are my
companion, but they also need their sleep. So I have a lot of time to spare in
my solitude. To ponder and to look at the sky at night-the moon, the stars and the
dark clouds. Oh, what beautiful these natural things are. I am just an artificial
being, a non-breather, a silent observer.
But these days I see a communication breakdown. People sit
on me but they speak very less or they don’t speak at all. They are always
holding some bright and well lit object in their hands. I feel their smiles and
their sorrows, but their true emotion I am unable to capture. My messengers are:-
moon, wind and clouds. But humans have a mobile phone now. Direct connection is
possible. Virtual yet real. What sharp minds these humans have. I too want to
connect with someone, but I don’t have any fingers and my hands are tied too.
Another day passes by, another night arrives.
Today a homeless
person sleeps on me. I am happy that the weather is not too extreme, for this
lonesome soul can rest in the darkness just like me. Sleep my friend, I am
sorry I cannot wrap you in my arms.
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