Feeling the present, the presence of god
cool breeze, clouds are shining
sun is rising, not so shining, why shying?
mind asking me to become a wind ,
to go and help the sun ,
drive away the covering of darkness, and sin
colorless, yet the bluish, the sky,
far away beyond stars,
out of reach by hand,
yet nearest as my skin
mixed sounds from a distant mike,
singing glory of god
god appearing everywhere,
walking into home ,from nowhere
entering into my heart unaware
Power of music is due to the silence it delivers
Words fail,
grammar gets shattered
poetry flows
poetry fails
song sets in
thaal accompanies
song loses sense of meaning in the raag, aalaap
it is just a flow of sound
even the tune finds it self inadequate
silence takes over
self is fulfilled with its listener
the same self
what it says what is heard self knows alone,
it is sure a best message.
self talking to itself within
in silence finds the best way of communication
