In search of a poem I so know exists

Are you aware, my love? Are you aware

of these whispers I hear –

from within you?

Are you aware of the existence

of a poem so beautiful, so beautiful

it shall shame –

every one of them ever written,

floating inside you?

Every time,

every time when my head rests against your heart,

when your hands trace the length of my hair,

when our eyes are closed, and souls entwined,

In that moment of magic, of heaven and joy, and

bliss of being, I hear a poem,

more like a song – soft and subtle,

but of essence enchanting!

I press my ear closer to your chest

craving for more of that –

what you preserve.

You twist a little, wrapping me

in your arms, smile a bit –

knowing not what I am up to.

What was left of the concept of space

dissolves into the realm of being.

Here I am, enthralled

by your words unspoken; love, untouched,

in search of a poem I so know exists,

and so it does, beneath

the splices of silence –

and mystery, forever to unfold.

To the Silence within, and Magic beyond...

On the terrace of my home, on this cloudy evening, I sat down for some time to honour the silence in me. With folded legs and an open heart, I closed my eyes to seek some sense. I could hear the wind breezing around the corner, I could hear it in the leaves that mumbled. A few birds chirped and the insects buzzed. A crow cried it’s story out and horns blew every now and then. When was the last time I sat down this way to listen, to the world around and to the voice inside?

I remember how careful I was up until a few years ago, not to use the word “life” in anything I said or wrote, for it intimidated me. I thought, here I am, a tiny tiny human on a tiny land with a pea size experience of light and dark; who am I to talk about this four dimensional world of meat and miseries!? But somewhere in the frenzy of growing up, the fear subsided, paving way for arrogant thoughts and head strong statements.

It was not so much the process of growing up itself, but the way changes took place around my-self which influenced this process and shook the fear factor away. Change being the only constant, we’ve respected and resisted it on varying degrees from within a certain distance in all those years and yet was not prepared for the magnitude with which it hit us hard on the face, and smiled ever so stylishly.

What really got me was the way this ginormous tide was sweeping over the platforms of human expression and authoritatively claiming every bit of it. The stingiest of stingy expressed himself so flamboyantly, leaving the audience mute spectators of an overnight circus. Oh, how I resisted the temptation to join the show! Or should I even put it that way for it never interested me enough to tempt me.

But the world moved so swiftly, like never before, and I being the teenage girl I was whose peer pressure on the topic was directly proportional to the pace of the world, gave up to an unduly heated argument on a fine Sunday evening, and joined the ‘web’. And that, I believe, was the end of the most creative era of my existence.

What mostly followed my little ‘social’ adventure were mindless clatter, misplaced curiosity and disrespect towards the beauty of silence. There is a thought formed inside my little head long time ago (there isn’t many recent thoughts to boast off in there, it seems!), that the romance of silence with the music of nature is home to all our creative endeavours, no matter what the medium of expression is. Magic happens when you listen to your silence. 

In these times when noise is easily mistaken for voice and voice is often unheard, I failed to serve my creative genie and to attend its call. But I’ve learned, and hence understand that unlike any human of our times, universe is patient and permissive. It accepts apology without conditions and lets you grow again; for the mother of hope knows it well, what is life without a second chance?!