I closed my eyes and allowed it to pass,
pass those long held emotions
which were making my heart heavy
and a lesser version of myself.
What I saw was a Piano
whose notes did my bidding
and sounded my voice.
It felt like winning.
I never stopped and kept on arranging
a work which I didn’t plan but just did.
I saw anger leave my body and felt the absence of aching.
Sound of music which made me lose
the reality which was around
Is something I would choose
every time I wish to be found.
But when I opened my eyes I saw this poem
and the lights on my keyboard where all bright.
Here I was thinking that I was creating music
while I was simply jotting down some words.
I was correct to think that
because Poetry is the music of words.
He sat alone, all quiet and calm,
Hat on his head and a coat in his arm.
Watched the fields as they passed by,
The fellow traveller seemed a bit shy.
Drank tea as he read the news,
What happened next inspired his muse.
Widened eyes started looking at the door,
The watch in his pocket said, "Five O-Four".
Hustled as the train suddenly stopped,
Never did he notice the paper he dropped,
With tears in his eyes, he left the train,
Silently the stranger vanished in the rain...
I told the conductor about the gentleman who left,
He said "No Sir, perhaps you dreamt as you slept".
Suddenly he asked about my seat,
I said 2-B, the luxury suite.
He started shaking as he told me a story,
An army man and all about his glory,
Described the man who wore that hat
Legend has it, it was a ghost I had met...
Silently the stranger vanished in the rain,
Little did I know I was witnessing a past pain.
Later as I got off, I looked at my seat,
The silent stranger was back, the past started to repeat.
- The Silent Stranger
