The Diamond Man
That was the first time he had met him, he was a child,
It was a cold December night, wind rattling the windows,
He and his sister walked stealthily into the kitchen,
Holding a small candle, staying together close,
The cookie jar had to be somewhere on the top shelf,
The fruit croissant was kept somewhere close on a plate,
Their stomachs rumbled at the thought of Christmas treats,
Parents were fast asleep, it was quite late.
They piled up two stools and she got up,
He tried to hold the shaking stools with his hands tight,
As she fumbled through the contents of the shelf,
He felt he saw something in the corner, a small light.
Ruffling through the jars before she could grab the one,
The stools started slipping off his grip,
She squealed in horror as the support inclined dangerously,
Dozens of things crashed and slipped,
They lay on the floor amidst the disaster debris,
She had deep cuts on her hands and feet,
He had bruises and his back hurt terribly,
She sobbed as she begun to bleed,
They could hear their parents’ hurrying footsteps,
He tried to stand up as he struggled in pain,
That’s when he saw him sitting in the corner,
The Dark Black little boy with a glittering chain.
He was too shocked to react he just stared at him,
He had matt dark skin, he looked like a mysterious shadow,
Who was he? Where had he come from?
From the basement or from the window?
As their parents stormed into the kitchen,
They rushed to pick up their crying little daughter,
He wanted to cry out both in pain and shock,
But the Dark figure signaled him quiet with his finger.
He didn’t know why he couldn’t cry out loud,
He was silenced by someone who was hardly visible,
His parents took out his crying little sister,
And scowled at him for being so irresponsible.
It was cold and the bruises made it more difficult,
He struggled on his bed to get some sleep,
His body ached for some warmth and care,
He covered his head and began to weep.
He felt someone sit at the corner of his bed,
He hoped it was Mother and turned around,
It was the same Dark boy staring into his face,
He opened his mouth to yell, but came out no sound.
The Dark boy stretched out his long thin hand,
And wiped off d tear that had trickled down his cheek,
The teardrop turned into a solid shiny stone on his palm,
He felt confused, scared and weak.
“Don’t be so weak Ryan , you are strong.”
He said in a deep raspy voice in his ear,
“You are not made to cry and sob helplessly,
The most precious thing you own is your tear.”
“Who are you? And what do you want?”
Ryan panted staring at the shadow like creature,
There was a string of shiny diamonds around his neck,
And a diamond stud in each of his black ears,
“I am the Diamond Man Ryan” he replied,
“I am made of your insecurities and your fears,
Your weakness strengthens my Black skin my beloved,
And you give me my Diamonds when you shed your tears.”
“Remember that you are not supposed to cry my friend,
Because real men don’t cry, no matter how helpless how alone,
Each time you break down you lose your manhood,
You tears are the most precious things you own.”
“Your mother wears her Diamonds on her long fingers,
She wears them as earrings dangling with grace,
But have you seen your strong father ever wear diamonds?
Have you ever seen his tears? Even a trace?”
Things started to make sense for him,
He rolled around and covered his head with the sheet,
From that day the Diamond Man crawled up on his shoulders,
It was the weight of both carried by his little feet.
Years had passed, he was a young lad of thirteen,
He had passionately practiced the game vigorously,
But an unexpected cramp during the match made him fall,
His opponent raised the medal victoriously.
He wanted to cry out as he lay on the ground,
Both out of pain and injustice of fate,
But then he saw so many onlookers around him,
And the dark lanky figure near the stadium gate.
At the age of nineteen he sat in his dark room,
Holding a used lipstick he had found under his bed,
Something she had casually forgotten there some day,
As she had now forgotten him and the promises she said,
He wanted to burst out in tears unable to hold in,
The whirlpool of pain that he had concealed in his chest,
But he knew the diamond man was somewhere nearby,
Making his bundle of clothes his nest,
A matt black hand reached his own,
And pulled out the lipstick he had clenched,
And slid in a thin white branded cigarette instead,
His room filled with ghostly smoke but his pillow wasn’t drenched.
At twenty five he sat in a crowded club,
He was an overworked bachelor grasping a shiny glass,
The glass bottom made beautiful patterns in his dizzy eyes,
The room boomed with inaudible lyrics and high bass,
Heartbreaks didn’t affect him anymore,
Being let down by people was now a joke,
Equally attention deprived friends to accompany to bars,
The feeling of being always penniless and broke.
He glanced at some girls cheerfully dancing,
Their jewelry flaunted stones, sparkling and celebrated ,
How must it feel to be noticed by so many people?
How was it like to not be so emotionally captivated?
The women reminded him of her suddenly,
He winced, looked away and bit his lip,
The Dark shadowy creature broke into a sly smile,
As he held up his glass and took another sip.
He had finally taken the leave he had always wanted to,
As he had always missed home food and the childhood memories,
But things were different as his mother was now sick,
She could no more bake cakes, no more read out stories.
He wished he had taken this leave earlier,
And rushed to his Mother and dug his head in her lap,
Told her how much he missed that place her food,
He wished she could hear him in her nap.
He stood beside his sister and younger brother quietly,
Dressed all in black he looked at his father’s calm face,
He stood head bowed but was extremely composed,
Still no tears, no weeping, no trace.
His sister grabbed his hand hard and sobbed,
He calmed her stroking her auburn hair in grief,
A treacherous fat tear rolled down his cheek,
He stared at it in shock and disbelief.
A black hand stretched and caught it in his palm,
He looked at Ryan slyly smirking,
Not everyone could see that behind seven men at the funeral,
Were seven shadowy Diamond men creeping and lurking.
Ryan composed himself and straightened his coat,
Stood as stout as he could stand,
He finally understood why a Diamond was,
A woman’s best friend but not that of a man.