The Middleman

There he goes, the silent man,
He speaks to none, walks alone,
I wonder if he has ever had any friends!
Why can’t he talk to the world?
Is everything so bad about the world?
Doesn’t he find beauty in the shining sun?
Doesn’t he like the birds chirping?
The dewdrops whispering to the wind
Telling it to take them along?
It’s all so beautiful…
Why can’t he see nature?
Why can’t he feel the surroundings?
Why can’t he hear us? Why can’t he hear
Our eyes talking to him?

There walks the thinker?
The purist, the dreamer, the blind man!
He must be wondering why I am so quiet.
Why can’t he just take his eyes off me?
What is so curious about me?
Emotions are not for dreamers?
What will he understand about harshness of life?
The bitter moments which keep on coming back…
The loss of the ones you loved,
The memories mean nothing to the dreamers.
They sleep on their future and have nothing called past
Can’t he hear my silence telling him to go away?
Is it so hard to understand silence?
Is it so hard to read quietness?

I am sure the silent man sees me,
I am sure he wonders what is so curious about him.
Am I only an observer, a lover of nature?
Do I have a past? Why am I like this?
Is it always so easy to ask such questions?
Is he not asking such questions deep inside? He is.
The silent man talks to himself only, why?
Deaf…is he not? He doesn’t hear the future.
He dwells in his past-the sadist!
Past has no future…future belongs to dreamers
Dreamers don’t see what lies ahead,
They hear the future…future is no vision
It’s a sound, which calls…
I wonder why we are so different,
Why do we walk on the two opposite sides of the road?
Who comes here between us now?

The dreamer, I am sure, thinks about
What I see in the past?
Past teaches you lessons…you can see your mistakes
Past makes you see what you have lost,
It brings back memories, emotions…it’s not for the blind
Future…who knows what is there far ahead,
I don’t see future, how will future help?
Can you go back to happiness in future?
Why can’t he fall back, instead of walking ahead?
He doesn’t even know when he’ll hit against that invisible hurdle
Living ahead is so uncertain…is it not?
I often wonder why he’s so far away from me?
He’s a lane away and a few yards further ahead.
Strangeness is a part of the dreamer
He is blind…is he not?
Halt, you there…what is your work between us two?

The walking man laughs,
He looks at the two of them
He sees what the silent man sees
He hears the dreamer…
He stays in the middle,
A little ahead of the silent man, and
A little behind the dreamer!
He keeps quiet and his silence speaks to both-
They answer him back,
They feel through him,
He connects them…they interact!
Why can’t they hear the call of the present?
Why can’t they see the moment?
Why can’t they open their senses and feel…
You cannot feel if you are blind, you cannot feel if you are deaf
You only feel if you are neither…
Open them; your senses…walk with me…
Hear the present…see the moment.