The Conversation

A bench that I will forever remember

For words said and heard

Words between loneliness and solitude

And the path walked up to another

Words between hurt and numbness

And the morphine 

Words to feel or seem to feel

To pick up the pieces and start again

To live differently from what we are

To be the people we never were

To run away and come back to ourselves

But we’re not the same now.

Words between suffer and hope

To light the candle that burns us

Words between dreams and reality

Standing across the bridge

Waiting with tired gaze

For the hope that has run late

Words between young and old

To embrace the advice of time

Graying hair, dying forts and barren trees

Tell the wandering souls

That shores shall forget them

And footprints be washed away

Words between bees and pigeons

Wounded and wet

But taking off again

To return home like nothing had happened

Dancing in the hive or cuddling in the nest

Never to share or complain

Words between dogs and men

And their names and games

Their aims and their blames

When we confuse one red for another

And run after wagging carefree tails

To help soothe the pain that was never felt

It rained on a cold February night

And all of the world’s pain was washed away for a brief moment

But it swept back

To fill the crevices of our souls again

Till pain makes way for no more pain

And we breathe back to our numbness

Words between cloaks and layers

For our fabric inside is torn

And once in a long while

We snatch a moment

To mend it

And go forth again

The wet clay

Given to inexperienced hands

Now distorted pots

But holding the water still

For a thirsty traveler

Who wouldn't care

Words between words and words

The ones that we hang on to

The curse that we have learnt to cherish

The noise is our music

We know the notes

For so often it has been played

Words between the paths we take

Different and yet the same

Fighting a “civil” war

Inside our heads

To be or not to be

Let us decide upon another day

This bench that I will forever remember

For words said and heard

Words of a soul sublime

Weaved into a quilt

By unseen threads of light

To keep you warm on a harsh winter night.