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SILENCE

There's silence when your faith is broken.
There's silence when your guilt is proven.
There's silence when you're caught in confusion...

There's silence in the face of thinevitable. 
There's silence on the block of the unalterable. 
There's silence in the vacuum of the insensible...

There's silence in abstinence, tolerance, 
and rigours of penance.
There's silence before birth, after death,
all through the existence...

Silence is being selfless and pure.
Silence is being blissfully secure.
Silence is being absorb'd in the 
sacredness of Nature...

Silence is meditation.
Silence is searching for the truth
in the unknown.
Silence is comprehending things beyond 
the text and lexicon...

When I behold the sky 
Incomprehensible of its boundlessness
And when I run my eyes
Across  solemn water's vast expanses
And when I bury my visage
Deep into future's fathomlessness,
I do find silence settling all the distance
Between me and the yonder
My mind drops silent when I un-define 
The defined, and define the undefinable...
Residing in the depth of silence I
Listen to their sublimity and hear
The voice of the Creation - of perfection -
Of grandness - of beauty - of immortality :
The voice is the definite navigation of the 
Cosmos across the eternity -
The voice is the melting of celestial thunders,
Tectonic collisions and mundane explosions
Into the stately and serene intonation
of the Absolute...

The sins in me when raise the height
of cacophony, 
When earthly noises cast the pall
of monotony,
That I retreat to the Haven of Silence
And in my silence I find my existence...

So I do always love to sit in the 
bare mid-night's lawn
And look into the unseen depth through 
the stars hither and yon
And as I get lost in the subtle regions 
of the unknown
Nothing I see - Nothing I hear -
No confusion, no emotion,
No fights of reason.
No fear of loss, no grief, no angst, no pain.
No love, no hate, no greed and none...
But some silence throbs down and 
swallows me up !
I find my being metamorphosed into
the magical voice of silence :
Cuckoo's Spring rendition, 
Cloud-burst in the Summer, 
Pattering of the 'new rain', 
Lactating mother's tonic lullabies, 
Shepherd's home-coming serenades,
Chowkidar's hooters in the fright of night...

Reside do I in the consciousness.
My consciousness is the soul of silence.
In silence I see God descending from Heaven 
And happily entering me.
I understand Silence, understand Life,
and understand Me...
                                    --- N P Samal


Comments

  1. Lovely.....well in your silence there are loads of noises of emotions and feelings...great , keep writing....

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