Poem: Sense and Silence
Listen to this peaceful mantra while you read.
I enter an epic museum of silence,
It is dusky and husky,
Nay! A stygian river;
And as I stoop,
I see my reflection,
In the Mirror;
Myriad of images,
Hurtle in my mind,
Unbridled, like a snake,
They embezzle my Vision;
Anon, drowsiness erupts,
Fettering me fully,
Ugh! What’s this helter-skelter prison?
Oi! I’m riven,
Wandering hither and thither;
No. I’m not amazed,
For the fire in me vehemently Blaze;
Oh! Silence, what have thou done?
Have thou plucked my eyes?
Or chopped my tongue?
An uncanny numbness,
Eventuates in me,
I cease, I see,
And hark to the footsteps,
Of a Lantern Carrier;
Luminous yellow Flames
Embroider his hands,
As he upheaves the Golden oil lamp;
I then gain my vision and my speech,
And breathe in his silence of tremendous Peace.
Simply uttering the Divine chants;
“Hari Om… Om Shanti… Om Namah Shivaya…”
I gain my consciousness,
And wear thy gifted Saffron attire;
Copious violins chime and play,
Temple bells ring… Harmoniums lay,
Holding a Trident and drenched in Sun,
O’ how thou shower on me,
With thy Blissful rays and hum!
~ Copyright © Surabhi Kaura 2015