Dark Pond

It is just another day here in my town, may be the sun is not the same or may be the wind is little more aggressive as if he just wants to spend the day so hastily. In the middle of the dead road a mobile vegetable vendor  looking around, there was a vacuum which took over everything. Trees swayed and never i saw a leaf fall. i wanted to call it a wonderful day, and I tried my best.

Bought a cigarette and i walked further to nowhere, i just had to walk and yes finish the cigarette. Before everything become ashes i have to walk around this place and proclaim myself that I saw my neighborhood. I never imagined my neighbours lived so silently even amongst all these local festivals. I wonder all those musicians and dancers were gypsies. This place doesn't seem celebrating anything or mourning anything,  over the debris of lovers i walked on.

My indisciplined  footsteps lead me to the bridge which connects the other side of the town. Bridge lies spreading its chest over the tin sheet roofs, thus to forget those who don't make any one proud. Tin sheets were fuming and you hear vague voices. It is like you are walking in a library and each book clamor stories. Nothing really bothered me except the crazy wind which brought the faraway pandemonium and rumours.

I heard a small girl's voice under the tin sheets, she sang..

my village is faraway

my brother has gone to market

my mother is all alone at home

my village is so beautiful

buffaloes roamed without any nose rings

and our father left us

with a note on the roof

"there is always a bridge to escape"

The song faded away with my reluctant steps. Mysterious wind is still blowing cursing someone. I stood at the edge of the bridge, there was a dead pond where blue faces escaped with their life. I couldn't find my reflection, i put my hands steady, spreading them out, touching the horizon. Stretched my arms further more in search of the lost souls. I took a long breath grabbing the entire world inside me. Stooped down a bit bending my knees and threw myself from the bridge to the dark still pond. I thought that was a nice stroll after setting him on fire who killed your sister and our small town.