In this seemingly endless cacophony
Of honking, humming, chirping and roaring
I search in vain for that little bit of silence
That speaks volumes without sound, without words.
That teeny weeny silence, drowned by vibrations
The pulse of the earth, they say
Beating to a rhythm of everyday creation
Everything man made, everything man said.
I long to spend slow, silent nights
Under a starry sky, perfumed by the breeze
The silence of the moonbeams make music
To which the stars seem to dance twinkle-toed.
But no, the thoughts in my head protest
They go on a strike with slogans louder and louder
Submerging even the softest music born in my heart
Those moments of tranquil quiet, peaceful emotions.
Silent maternal feelings as a baby blissfully suckles
Silent tears falling as a lover says goodbye
Silence all around when love-birds huddle closer
From this glorious silence, there is music emanating.
The music when a rose-bud slowly blossoms
Only the buzzing bee hears, though a selfish lover he is
Drowning this melody with his constant humming
Sharing neither the nectar, nor his love’s love-song.
The music when a new life begins within a shell
As the mother-bird sits quietly giving her warmth
She started this music long before, as silent flapping wings
Searching for twig after twig to build her nest.
There are moments when I crave for this music
The inaudible notes of unseen strings
The melodious rhythm of a serene quietude
Hanging in the stillness, in the air all around.
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