Showing posts with label two men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label two men. Show all posts

Monday, May 3, 2010

It happened one night..

If there was any one story I'd always wanted to narrate, It's got to be this one!
An experience I could die for!


This one is my tribute to THE TWO MEN, who gave me some of the best lessons of life!
I know I might just not be able to recreate the entire serenity out here..
But I could atleast try! And so, I did.. 

Here it goes-







A cold November night..
A deserted Delhi street!
Winter at its severest might..
Even street dogs making a retreat..

But there amidst all this..
Are Two men walking..
They are carrying some bags.. 
But why are they not talking?

The Yellow street lights ,
Shine brightly on their faces..
Both have their eyes wet with tears..
What the hell is wrong, any guesses?

The elder one is leading..
The younger lad is lagging behind..
He is finding it difficult to move..
and seems totally out of his mind..

The elder one looks asthmatic..
He is trying hard to breathe.. 
But is still walking as fast as he can..
Seems somewhere he urgently needs to reach..

They are together for sure..
But why isn't anyone saying anything?
Why are tears rolling down..
I don't understand a thing..

As the forced breaths reach his ears,
the younger lad this time offers help..
Give me the bag, U look tired..
It's fine, I will manage, was the reply..

Come on hurry, we might just miss the bus..
The elder man commands, speeding up a little..
Finally we have some words exchanged..
Silence however is rarely  brittle..

Both have again turned silent..
They are still walking..
The road seems never ending..
Have still no clue what's happening..

The bus station can now be seen..
Both of them quickly wipe off their tears..
Clear their throats and get ready ..
as the end of the sojourn nears..

Throughout the walking excercise..
One could feel emotions everywhere..
It was time to separate..
And everything suddenly seems so clear..

The bus is ready to leave..
The driver is blowing the horn..
Time seems to be racing..
it's already early morn..

They smile and hug each other..
Say their goodbyes..
There is silence again..
"say something! fools!" my heart cries..

The bus has started moving..
the younger lad gets inside..
Adjusts his bagpack..
and opens the window up wide..

He can't see the other man anymore..
Couldn't he wait for a while longer?
His checked eyes are now flooded..
he couldn't act any stronger..

As the bus approaches the ISBT exit, 
He sees a faint figure waving..
Clears his eyes and realizes it's him..
Ice-cold breezes , he's braving..

As the bus approches him,
the headlight flashes onto his face.
He could see a pain fiercer than his own.
"Regards" he shouts from the window..
"take care" he replied..

The bus sped away from the gate...
They are still waving at each other..
Till they disappear out of eah other's sight..
Lord! This has been one helluva night!

This younger lad inside the bus..
He is crying like a 5 yr old kid..
I realise how for the last one hour, 
I have seen emotions communicate..
Stronger than words.. Stronger than silence..

It was one life altering incident..
And I will surely never forget..
How one fine early morning,
I learnt the strange ways in which love communicates..
Why is it not always necessary to tell people ..
How you feel about them..
But how relieving it is at times,
To confess that you care,,
Why can we still hope..
Against all darkness, all bondages..
How love crosses all boundaries..
How omni-pervasive is it's might..
All this and a lot more questions were silently answered ..
By these two men, to me, that cold November night!