The Fourth Seat

This is a silence that I have known All along, all my life It is the silence of the midnight Which welcomes me as I walk into it There is a song that plays in my head Each time I walk down the farm road That's the song I hear playing faraway, In a rickshaw going home The dog barks at me and then gets bored Wags his tail but I have no food I am as hungry as him in this night long and cold But I walk along and it is quiet again I don't need light in this darkness In the empty space, disputed between the worker and the thief I walk the trail oft-beaten Feline Dost In my first year of college, I would walk down on Deonar Farm Road, from the library in the main campus to my PG accommodation located about 9 minutes away. This was written after one such lonely walk, last winter. 

Has something ever slipped out of your hands? And fallen into an abyss, far beyond your reach. A careless grip or a strong pull, gravity..or something else which made it slip away. More forces exist in this world than the ones proven by science. Forces that require imagination or is it empathy that we are talking about here.  One makes a desperate attempt to break the fall, to snatch it before it becomes a part of the unknown. But that depends on your reflex. Re-flex. But is reflex the only appropriate response? Remember, the forces at work are not only physical. The cognitive limitations of our mind will prevent us from understanding the forces at work.  What are they, anyway? One can never really know.  What does one know then? The seething anger expressed by the cuss word that escapes one's lips as the forces act, slowly, closing in, snatching it away from you. And all that you sometimes end up doing is swear aloud.  But anger is not what remains...