Nothing to say

Today I really have nothing to say

Or is it,

that I do not want to say anything.

You see,

I have started listening now.

Not just to birds and people

But to the sound of air

that teasingly touches my skin,

as it enters and exists the nostrils!

I am listening to water

which runs when the tap is open

And when it is gulped down the throat.

I listen to the fire

When I light the burner to cook

And hunger flares in the stomach.

I am listening,

To the sound of silence,

Between words, chirps, ticking of clocks

It speaks to me

Of it’s presence

Which I can no longer ignore

Yes, I am listening.

©️Deepti Vishwanath

27.2.2020

Silence

The clock ticks

Reminding of the movement

Set in motion

Under whose plan or will?

The rising Sun

Seen day after day

Eternal as though

A stark witness

To the movements herein

The rising waves,

Who impels them?

For whom do they rise and fall

Tirelessly

Sometimes graceful,

Other times not!

The hills, the lakes, the snow,

The meadows, the forests

Oh! So much … All in motion

How can life be finite?

When every aspect of it is infinite!

And Now, I hear the silence!

Between the two tick ….. tick!

Ah! The joy of Silence!

 

– Deepti Vishwanath

 

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.

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