he speaks loud
and
says nothing
they called him
nobody
and i named him “noan”
noan is a bearded man
petaled eyes
netted face
exists nowhere
in the sprawl
meets lost people
halted in the travel
missed by all
noan is a record keeper
and speaks in mumblings
his sentences are jumbled
meanings are lost
living in a tent…you see him in dark
when relativity is lost
images are blurred
and middleton prevails
everything looks like trace
symbolic existence
and “noan” is same
he lives where symbols only prevail
….
….
he is a dead man
living on a high ground
do one thing to find him
sleep when you are tired
underneath a tree
and make sure you wake up
when darkness prevails
…
look around and no one is there
be confused and move fast
in any direction as you may
and you will see
fire crackles
yellow radiance
go nearby and there will be
dark silhouette
….
he is a sweet man
he’ll offer you a pungent supper
and then talk to him
since you are lost
tell him all your stories
he’ll listen
and then ask your confusion
about his existence
and yours
….
he’ll speak loud
and will say nothing
you wont realize that
but you’ll some how choose your direction
he wont travel with you
as he knows…its not preferable to travel with a dead man
…
and then one day someone will write a story
and it’ll start with you
slapping a boy coz he plucked your beloved
rose
….
and then the story teller will realize
you still didn’t understood
rose was nothing
if not plucked
as it would have died anyways
boy at least provided it
due momentous love
….
and more “noan”
will be found
who speak loud and say nothing…
as boy was the dead man…