Friday, September 11, 2015

The Busker (Street Performer).

The Busker (Street Performer)

That was all the busker could see.
A misty one way road,
Without any traveler,
In the middle of Nowhere to nowhere;
And the shadow of a cliff, 
Resembled like a high mountain from distance,
That couldn’t echo a single note.

All of a sudden, he stopped and silently mumbled:
“An empty one way road doesn’t deserve any song”;
“A small cliff, unable to echo, doesn’t deserve any song”;
And consequently sank in an ocean of silence for a while.

How long?
One second, one hour, one day, one week or more?
Still nobody knows.
Did he reach the 10 Th dimension or a stage of self-enlightenment?
Or was he confused and lost in the middle of 5th, 6th and 7th dimensions?
Still nobody knows.
Whatever it was;
It was the beginning of an end.
A type of deep transformation.

Since then,
No one heard a single sweet note from him.
Except the moon,
That behind the dark clouds,
Secretly shared his songs with some unknown stars;
And the furious ocean,
That by its roaring waves,
Echoed his songs into the coast of Nowhere land.

M. Sirani                    11.09.2015

* Busker: Street performer.