Man on the park bench

This man with the careless carbon stubble and carbuncular eyes was found sitting on the park bench with a towel slung on the shoulder.His mind made noises as his pearly eyes blinked at the sky wondering how this kid on the swing had slid so fast from the sky. Her feet first had touched the sky and then the brown earth.

In the blink of an eye she came down, to his nasty surprise, as though there was hardly a brown earth apart from the blue sky.His mind made noises that drowned tree- bird’s frenetic calls and the hoot of the travel-weary morning train entering the town ,the milkman’s cans striking the bicycle’s mud-guard ding-dong.

There were noises made by mind, directly from morning papers, as if the world was crushed into so much bamboo pulp and forest. There were also noises of lifetime failures, midnight fears of death clatter of bones and clay-pots of ashes , billowing smoke. The hum in his blood spoke of the vast silences that lay before him.