The Anonymous...

A shadow, he was…….
With a voice so strong….
Had a rendezvous…..
for a moment….not very long..
Tore the veil of darkness, and
Echoed in the deep dark silence….
Anonymous, my friend is,
But not an enigma..there was no mystery..
His words cascaded
like a feisty river…..
Revealing truths, realizations..
Like a beautiful story…….
Spell bound I sat, In my little abode,
And heard his each and every word….
And let me keep some for my soul…
And let some words be allowed to roam……
In the wind and in the sky,
All through the earth,
And up to the clouds…so high…
‘I am a face….
Real, and very much here,’
He said, ‘Do believe me dear..
Am not beyond a face, and not beyond truth,
But I am silent for reasons unknown (to you)
Each of us have a reason to live,
Seclusion is my freedom
Anonymity, my armour,
I want you to believe……….
I need a release
From the ownership of thought….
(that can be perceived by others)’
He Said, ‘Dear Friend,
Let me be„(I would be faceless rather)’

To this I said, oh its fine,
I know where to draw the line………
The distant friend said, ‘Thank you dear……
You are far..but your thoughts are near.
You saved someone’s promise, 
And preserved somebody’s essence….
And I am obliged for this acceptance……….
Creativity is sunshine…let it flow…’
And then he bade good bye…with a bow……