Inspired by Walter de la Mare's poem......
THE LISTENERS
" Tell them I came,and no one answered...."
Knock! knock!
Who's there?
Err...I am looking for Him , you see, I met him here often. Full of words he was,.....
A lazy dreamer.......A confused soul...mmm, You see he had a brooding look-----you
could recognise that stare anywhere. He used to smile at my silliest of laugh and of course, my
endless chatter!!
Oh Him ? I remember now. Tell you what ? crazy fellow he was. Sadly doesn't visit here
anymore. Perhaps rightly so , he never fitted.....
But? do you want me to understand that he...I mean he.....
He must be somewhere around. Cocooned in his world of white and green books.
He had to , you know ...It was an emotional bootcamp for him-----a guerilla
warfare: It is never easy to fight alone. So he left----not out of weakness but sheer exhaustion.
Any idea where can I find him again?.....
Well , he is certainly not oblivious to this world . You may sometimes get a glimpse of his
charming ways. But yes, you may find him only if he wants to .
SO MANY CONDITIONS.....hardly worth it....
Conditions? well ?
He wants someone mad , someone lazy like him..Someone ? mmm...who would nourish his
thoughts and
bask under his glory and
is carefree
and loves the rain and finds music
when frogs croak.....
You know , we were like a blazing fire....but fire dies down .I thought of borrowing
him all to myself
for a while.....anyways nice
knowing you...........
Hey !!! listen...And who are you?
I DON'T KNOW....I thought I was him!!! yeah! why do look so surprise?
There was a time , I used to know him very well...I wonder if
he knew that....
that...
we lived on borrowed times.....
we would fade one day.................?
Or else, he would have warned me or perhaps
Things would have been different......
