Bench: A Long Seat Full of Endless Stories

I love benches, especially those which are empty, lying in some deserted place— capturing stories of people from the diverse rainbow of life. You might have seen the benches with some dedication carved on them, some remembrance of life and loss. These benches captivate me entirely, making me reminisce about a lost time while noticing people come and go, and value those who are still a part of my short yet sufficient life.

How many benches have you walked across?

On how many have you rested?

Sharing stories with your friends or lovers

Or perhaps crying on someone’s shoulder?

Telling your grief, your pain, your loss

Your love, your warmth, your care.

White snow-clad benches

Shimmering like silver pearls

An old lady, scraping the cold snow

With her old-wrinkled, soft hands

Sitting in the cold outside

She reminisces her lost memories

With her ‘dearest’ sitting next to her

With his arm around her shoulder

It’s been ten years, he now rests in peace.

Autumn too decorated the bench

With its golden-brown leaves

A spectrum worth watching

Leaves on the bench 

Falling lyrically on the ground

And accumulating on the heap below.

Some deserted benches often feel

If someone would perch on them

With every breeze that flows

They wish to create a new story

Of maybe a family, a small little family

With two little twins

In their mother’s and papa’s arms.

And then, there’s a man

Looking hungry and tired

Maybe no where for him to go

So, he comes over to the bench

And sleep on it till the next dawn

When the sun is almost on the rise

Telling him to begin his day with hope

Of earning something better than yesterday

So, he can sleep on the bench

With a calm and content belly.

I like stopping by the benches

Especially those with a few lines carved on them

A dedication

A memory, a remembrance

That’s me— standing near a bench, trying to make sense of somebody’s emotions carved beautifully on a bench in Edinburgh

Friendship

Family

Love

Loss

Time

And if we take a halt

From racing with time

We may find a few words engraved on some benches

That could mean an ‘entire’ world to someone

And, maybe you would want to read it too

The next time you see it.

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