By the Ghats

By the Ghats

By the ghat, standing I,

saw the river flow by.

Telling me tales of many a times

forlorn by us,

She remembers it all.

I turn to look at the people behind me,

busy, hustling, bustling…

in need to get somewhere,

go somewhere,

get something,

achieve something,

a rush!

Then, I took the plunge!

One last thing I did;

took the boat

to the other shore.

I stand here,

where I hear the tales from the river,

been eternally there,

of the same ceaseless hustles,

been eternally there,

I see on the other shore!

only, from the other end!

 

© Deepti Vishwanath

Words

Words

Words.

You have life.

The joys, the sorrows,

the grumblings, the rumblings

the highs, the low.

I feel all;

because,

I feel you.

 

But.

Feel I the most

when you are not there!

 

Words,

you are wonderful!

You make it possible

to share what is held;

The joys, the sorrows …..

 

But.

The experience

when you are not there!

Is there!

Is alive.

This you cannot share, O Words!

It gave you life!

You are dear to me;

Through you,

I saw the One behind you!

Which binds you like beads in a necklace.

The invisible thread which holds you!

Because of you,

I saw.

And, It is that which I feel!

 

© Deepti Vishwanath