The day of silence
Considered pious
Falls on the last day
Of the dark fortnight
Of the month of Magh…
What is so special about it?
Only a gentle reminder
Of re-living the comfort
Of the womb,its silence
To compare it with
The bigger womb-this universe
Its cacophony of noises
Distracting, disrupting
The rhythm of silence
Its melody-The Anahadnaad
The sonorous cosmic sound…
Which can be heard in
Complete silence
More precious than everything else
The only chain to link us
To the Creator
If we can spare
A day in a year
To observe silence
To speak little
To hear it all
To renew our energy
To re-join the
Noisy world of men
Waiting to be welcome
By Spring within the next
Few days
we celebrate
The festival of Vasant Panchami
The joy of creation
The riot of colours
The season of fragrance
New energy, dreams, romance…
Culminating in the boisterous
Festival of Holi-
The festival of colours
The festival of noise
The festival of celebration
Of the season of spring.
Life begins in silence
And ends in silence
Between the two-
The beginning and the end-
Experiencing silence
Difficult admittedly
Feels the feeling
Of the silence
Of the two..
