The Figures of Village

There is a village out there
So secretive and dark,
Distinguished by its long lamp shades and struggling winds.
Two thousand thoughts hovered in the sky,
while thousand bed lights still produced its daughters.
Figures outliving years are landmarks to this village.
A man with just two front teeth,
Clutches firmly to the tattered ajrak shawl,
A sleepy signpost that showed the wrong direction,
An ambulance driver stiffened by the law of death,
A local singer with no admirers,
A vintage gramophone playing
Ghost songs,
Make the artifacts of village.
An old man who lost his way to house,
Is looking up for a familiar song
And registering it in him.
To the east of the land,
There is a crack in the mountain
Through which beasts send their messengers,
Dwarfs and giants,
Irrespective of size,join their hands deciding not to quit.
There is a mother crying over the coats of her dead son,
Consoled by the prayers of the priest.
The boy who is obsessed with shadows
Finds himself in the village river,
Floating with the music of waves.
The broken bridge and devastated cemetery,
being abducted by the
Inglorious vandals of village
Cries out for help.
The falsities and truth of this place are churned by the old grandmaster,
Where truth hides inside the churn and give birth to stories.
As the stories find its way through the old chimney tower of his house,
The country dancers perform together in unison to the song,
"What comes in between us is
What holds us together".

A.C

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