Straying Steps
In that broad park , full of trees dispersed every where . Near the hedge stand a large branchy tree .
On that tree you see a small nest of a mother bird feeding her babies .
They were flapping their wings of joy and opening their mouths to catch
what their mother has brought. They never thought of leaving their warm
nest some day .
He was sitting there under a tree , holding a news paper and turning the
pages . It doesn’t seem that he’s involved in details , but he was just
checking the headlines.
I got a little closer to him . He didn’t notice my presence , he might be
ignoring me . I took a deep look at him . I couldn’t actually keep my eyes
away from his face . It was pale and dry , like the land that’s longing for
rain . It was covered with wrinkles , but his eyes got something
distinctive . They were full of words mixed with tears .
Sometimes we pretend to be smart in front of others. We hide things
inside our hearts , but we forget that what ever we bury is revealed
through our eyes.
His eyes spoke to me in another language . Life is only a miserable
moments . It was a short message .
He was desperate , his face carried one picture . It was colored with
black , nothing but black .
He was mumbling some word as if he is blaming someone .
We always appreciate this quality in ourselves . Throwing the blame on
others , just to give ourselves , fake excuses .
The only thing we do in bravery is running a way from reality to fantasy ,
trying to overlook our miseries .
He noticed my looks , and he turned his face a side .
I walked a few steps a way and I pretended looking for someone .
He folded the newspaper and he got up , he seemed older than he really
is . He walked slowly carrying unbearable burden .
Sometimes we walk in all trends , trying to hide from this world , lost steps .
Every moment passes adds something to our lives . Filled it with joy as
well as grief .
My eyes were following him as he was departing . He left the park to
nowhere .