Story Teller
The elder peeps through the curtains
The shadowy figures sit on the chairs
With the half baked light shining on
The elder realizes his truth.........
“Do ghosts appear as they like?”
The elder scratches his head
He stares at the shadows
They smile to each other
As the moon light shifts focus
The shadows too tag along
Holding hands they dance
On the chairs of nobody
They float in the air
They turn around smiling so happily
In the tent of many chairs
They seem to dance on their own
The elder decides to walk out
See for himself what these shadows do
Creaking his doors open............
The two shadows quickly disappear
“I have seen you
Do not disturb the children!”
The moon light bathe on him
Casting yellow colour of ghostlike statute
The elder walks back home
Thinking those who had gone
Into another world to make a living
Carve a name or a second gift of life
The night breezes blowing along
Taking the leaves as hostages in the night
Shaking them until they float away
Of the night the silence creeps
The elder blows out his candle light
Closing his eyes alone he sleeps away
His mind floating into his stories
About the banana tree and red thread string
The snoring in the big bungalow
The silence dancing along into the night
The moon light torches the quiet shadows
As the red thread string floating along
The 2 black dressed women hide
In the many trees surrounding the bungalow
Breathing softly as they observe the night
Of the quiet house only buzzing of insects
Under the dim moon light
They see the red thread flying in the night
They use their binoculars to observe the flight
The red thread winding up into the bungalow
The women run softly on the ground
Behind coconut trees and banana trunks
Observing the story turning alive......
Now the snoring stops as they wait behind windows
A soft melodious music flow
The dim light shining in the room
The red thread turns into a woman
The most beautiful creature on Earth
The elder opens his eyes
Stretch out his finger to tie the red thread
Within moments the erotic dances
Penetrating deep in the darkness
The women see through the pigeon holes
Of the story burning out alive............
The dancers of the night in the house
It's like a king's banquet...............
The elder dancing along
In the night of sound and laughter
With soft music floating to the garden
The women's hands trembling
The truth finally prevails
The story he spins for the children
The red thread string enclosing the lover
Dancing through the quiet night falls
The creatures of the night
Floating easily in the bungalow
With nobody around to disturb
The life of the elder in their hands
In his dream the elder spins his tales
“The farmer sees his banana orchard engulfs in flames
Tears fall as he realizes his folly
He has lost his income to save his life
His daughter rushes out to see
Standing by her father she can't help
The flame dance in the cool night
The red and yellow sparks in the air
The witch woman struggles on her feet
She knows she is too old for it..........
Yet she has to fight for the common good
Until she passes her skills to an apprentice
She struggles to walk slowly
Every step she takes a deep breath
She knows she has helped the farmer
From a distance she always likes him
Imagine she smiles to nobody
At this age of 35 years old she feels weak
The skills she has made the energy draining away
Every time she uses it to fight off evil
The crescent moon bathes her light
On the open field she walks alone
The soft breezes brushing her legs
As she takes every step an effort
The farmer turns to look behind
He thought he hears somebody calling him
Then he sees the witch woman waving
He hurries along to walk with her
“You are too old to fight
Though I understand you will not give up”
“Farmer it is my profession to help
In the hour of needs I will be there”
Together they walk
As his daughter look at them
“They make a perfect couple
Since my mother gone.........”
The shadowy figures sit on the chairs
With the half baked light shining on
The elder realizes his truth.........
“Do ghosts appear as they like?”
The elder scratches his head
He stares at the shadows
They smile to each other
As the moon light shifts focus
The shadows too tag along
Holding hands they dance
On the chairs of nobody
They float in the air
They turn around smiling so happily
In the tent of many chairs
They seem to dance on their own
The elder decides to walk out
See for himself what these shadows do
Creaking his doors open............
The two shadows quickly disappear
“I have seen you
Do not disturb the children!”
The moon light bathe on him
Casting yellow colour of ghostlike statute
The elder walks back home
Thinking those who had gone
Into another world to make a living
Carve a name or a second gift of life
The night breezes blowing along
Taking the leaves as hostages in the night
Shaking them until they float away
Of the night the silence creeps
The elder blows out his candle light
Closing his eyes alone he sleeps away
His mind floating into his stories
About the banana tree and red thread string
The snoring in the big bungalow
The silence dancing along into the night
The moon light torches the quiet shadows
As the red thread string floating along
The 2 black dressed women hide
In the many trees surrounding the bungalow
Breathing softly as they observe the night
Of the quiet house only buzzing of insects
Under the dim moon light
They see the red thread flying in the night
They use their binoculars to observe the flight
The red thread winding up into the bungalow
The women run softly on the ground
Behind coconut trees and banana trunks
Observing the story turning alive......
Now the snoring stops as they wait behind windows
A soft melodious music flow
The dim light shining in the room
The red thread turns into a woman
The most beautiful creature on Earth
The elder opens his eyes
Stretch out his finger to tie the red thread
Within moments the erotic dances
Penetrating deep in the darkness
The women see through the pigeon holes
Of the story burning out alive............
The dancers of the night in the house
It's like a king's banquet...............
The elder dancing along
In the night of sound and laughter
With soft music floating to the garden
The women's hands trembling
The truth finally prevails
The story he spins for the children
The red thread string enclosing the lover
Dancing through the quiet night falls
The creatures of the night
Floating easily in the bungalow
With nobody around to disturb
The life of the elder in their hands
In his dream the elder spins his tales
“The farmer sees his banana orchard engulfs in flames
Tears fall as he realizes his folly
He has lost his income to save his life
His daughter rushes out to see
Standing by her father she can't help
The flame dance in the cool night
The red and yellow sparks in the air
The witch woman struggles on her feet
She knows she is too old for it..........
Yet she has to fight for the common good
Until she passes her skills to an apprentice
She struggles to walk slowly
Every step she takes a deep breath
She knows she has helped the farmer
From a distance she always likes him
Imagine she smiles to nobody
At this age of 35 years old she feels weak
The skills she has made the energy draining away
Every time she uses it to fight off evil
The crescent moon bathes her light
On the open field she walks alone
The soft breezes brushing her legs
As she takes every step an effort
The farmer turns to look behind
He thought he hears somebody calling him
Then he sees the witch woman waving
He hurries along to walk with her
“You are too old to fight
Though I understand you will not give up”
“Farmer it is my profession to help
In the hour of needs I will be there”
Together they walk
As his daughter look at them
“They make a perfect couple
Since my mother gone.........”
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