The symphony has started
and the darkness does descend
the world succumbs to quietude
the day has reached its end
The nighttime woods are glittering
and offer up a show
a dazzling performance
by the fireflies, aglow
The river reeds are swirling
with the crescent moon’s glow
broken and shattered still
it rises up – nice and slow
The earth and the sky above
offers a spectacle, that lord sway
heart lays still
and all my troubles seem to fade away
Across a gloaming valley
Down the dimming trail
a shadow against the crimson skies
Hoofbeats fast
dusk’s failing fire
Stormy winds
Twinkling stars
whispers in the chill night air
Between what lies ahead and what remains
Hustle, scuttle and thrill
emotions of a yearning soul!
One cold, sunny day
When it was raining outside
the glorious dark brightness
was perky and sublime.
The midnight that evening-
the morning at noon –
was late in October
One May in June.
I sat where I stood
as I ran, lying still
Deep down in the abyss
Over the hill.
The fish in the tree
Were sleeping in their nests
Birds were swimming
As the sun rose from the west.
Raccoons playing trumpet
Ducks hunting crows
The people beside me
were swaying to and fro.
Yes, that’s what I saw
when my eyes were closed tight,
one cold, sunny day
on a rainy, snowy night.
At midnights I wait
Wait for something apparent
Till I realize
That’s not what I want
So I refocus
I listen to the silence
To the wonderful loving silence
As the murky night engulfs
The skyline
Full in itself
And I realize the wait
Was for its appreciation
Calling attention to itself
Calling out for laud
And unequir admiration
As hours pass by pondering
In the stillness of dawn
I hear the sounds from within
Echos of silence, of existence
Of infinity, of love
On the edge of a new day
I hear the call
I feel the urge of renascence
Of growth, of life
Aphorism with Abhishek 