When I speak I have to assume
You are both there standing apart
Listening to me from somewhere I know not.
You are my engravers of times ahead
And you are both
I tell confessional truths one of you hears that
And conventional lies and the other of you hears that!
Though my utterances are heard high
They are not a part of my aggressive ego.
It is my fault perhaps that I beget them.
The resolutions of my conflicts with time
Have changed since long as usual
And I fell the foul smell of the broken promises and
The cremation of those dreams expired long before.
Are you both listening?
At times I feel the breath of some love
Half clad in lust and fancies
They are ransacking my entity,
A blend of things not endearing to either of you -my listeners.
Hope I am down to earth here!
My head has a hoisted fever telling the world
Of my imminent old age a misnomer for semi-death
And my eyes have water gushing from the interior skull
That will stare at the blood and flesh of others later.
You feel the shiver and the fall, don`t you?
The resolute otherness of you all
Baffles me and I search for an inner eye.
Charity alone cannot resolve any misery
As I seek to open a window
Many are opening theirs and what we see together
Is the cluster of life spilt
By the naughty God of otherness
I have ever distanced myself from.
You my lean friend -the first listener is laughing
And you my second listener is weeping for a change
But I am happy you know
You both are there!
What if none else listens to me!
M.D Dinesh Nair
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-if-none-else-listens-to-me/
