A Mute Singer

There was a time when his voice was heard...
far away from great blue horizon...
where tangerine sun spreads and shines...
and heavenly moon glows with divine...
The songs which they used to listen...
lit them up enchanting with glisten... 

The songs of longing…
The songs of ecstasy...
The songs of living...
The songs of happiness…
The songs of winning…
The songs of kindness…
The songs of mercy...

He used to search for someone...
He used to roam for someone...
He used to sing for someone...
And one day…
He found that someone…

Now his songs became more lyrical...
The lyrics became more meaningful...
The meaning became more mystical...

Someone was there to listen...
Someone was there to discover new paths...
Someone was there to thread new trails...

His songs were different now...
His songs were pleasant now...
His songs were magical now...

But one day...
That someone told him...
Your songs...
I like your songs...
They might not like it...
I understand the words...
They might not take it...
I feel the rhythm...
They might not follow it...

With a pause...
He lost the charm...
He forgot the words...
He was out of melody...
He was out of life...

The longing was gone…
The ecstasy was gone...
The happiness was gone…
The victory was gone…
The kindness was gone…
The mercy was gone...
The life was gone...

He got lost...
far away into dark black horizon...
where tangerine sun used to spread and shine...
and heavenly moon glowed with divine...

And one fine day...
That Someone asked...
Where is that singer ?...
Where are the songs he used to sing ?...
Where is the melody ?...
Where are the words ?...

And a they told...
His melody is mute...
His lyrics are mute...
His voice is mute...
He is mute...
He lost his vivacity...
But he got his identity...

Now they call him...
A mute singer              




(dedicated to Steve Jobs - during the first time he left Apple. Read he: Jobs, someone: Apple, they: the Apple board)








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