Candles
The elder stops his tales
“Sorry children I need to take a break
I have to take my medicine
And I shall be back soon”
The elder gets up and walks back to his house
The children and the two black dressed women stare
As the elder walks slowly to take his medicine
For a while the image just gone!
“It's a trick right?”
“Yeah he always entertains us this way
He just disappears reaching his house”
“Are you sure about that?”
The women write it down
They just can't believe in their eyes
The old man just disappears in the dim light
Yet they sit still writing down notes
The young children and adults
Voices can be heard in the make shift tent
The crescent moon smiling with her rays
The night shadows waving by the branches
The small village bathes in shadow and light
The soft breezes caressing without any aim in life
Passing through the empty wide space...........
The night echo whirring silently softly along
The candles light dance
The soft breezes stroking its light
The weaving light in tune to flight
The soft whirring the melting cry
The children feeling restless
The time seems ages to arrive
The elder has gone for about 5 minutes
Will he tell his tales to night?
The doors creaking open
Every one gets a jump in the night
The elder walks out with his cup of hot chocolate
He sits on his chair sipping his drink
“The farmer wants to run
He finds his hand is tied to the red thread
He pulls it along but it bounces back
He staggers as he walks back
Don't be afraid my husband
I am coming to take you home
I miss you in my place here
Come to me and we can stay
The farmer feels his fear
This isn't his late wife speaking
I can't go with you dear
You had gone from this world
Look at you
Afraid even in your shadow
Am I dead now?
Come to me!
The farmer just walks along
He can't control the magnet pushing him along
He sees the banana trunk opening up
The soft music and cascading waterfall
He stops for a while
As his mind struggles to pull free
There is a tussle with the red thread
Don't fight with me dear!”
An owl flies in the night
Hooting its call frightens the children
The elder stops his tales
Eyes staring at the night owl
The candles turning bright
Many shadows shining on the tent
The noises in the night silence
Hairs erect goose bumps appear
The voices of the wind
Carrying its tales of its own
Laughing softly in the silent night
Every one stops to listen
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