Soliloquy…..
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The bench in the garden
Next to the swing
Reminds me of something
Reminds me of him….
How for hours together he’d sit
On it
No other bench in the garden
Just that one….
The bench was old,
Of iron and rusted
Quite a bit like him
He and the bench
Much of same age
Both seemed to have witnessed
Hard winters
Scorching summers
Endless passing years…..
Wiping off the dust with his white plain handkerchief
Sweeping away those unwanted leaves
He’d glance at nearby children
With a twist in his eyes and some mischief…..
On some windy evenings
When the empty swing swayed by itself
I’ve seen him talk to himself
A soliloquy
Or perhaps a dialogue…..
He looked into someone’s eyes
And heard that voice
Took deep breaths
And spoke again….
To me the eyes weren’t visible
Voice wasn’t audible
But to him?- his figure wrinkled and feeble
It was a smooth conversation
Or perhaps a soliloquy……
His face said it all
Whose voice was it after all?
It was “her’s”
His eyes met straight her’s….
I heard his fast heart beats
As he said to her through his eyes
“I long for you”
and asked her if she’d be in his dreams tonight…..
Perhaps it was a soliloquy
Or may be a dialogue
It seemed she replied Yes
As I saw in his eyes the sparkles
Despite his thick black edged spectacles……………
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