The Word

Sometimes

Even as thoughts besiege me

Words fail me

And instead of emptying sentences into an abyss

I revert to chanting

The Word

In a repetitive mala* of 108

Till the pranav overcomes the nishabd 

 

mala = prayer beads
108 = number of beads in a 
Mala
pranav = a mantra, the sound of Aum
nishabd = wordless in 
Hindi

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A RESOUNDING SILENCE / GOONJTA SANNATA

Amid the sounds of silence

Pounding thoughts

Reverberate & regurgitate in my head

Oscillations of unspoken words

Stimulating, scolding, provoking

No commiseration, no pause

Never ending

Discordant and doubt-filled

Visphoti vichaar jo dhalte nahin

Calm evades my being

Dark clouds cloak the rainbow silence

Harmony an impotent word

Thrown into a void

A netherworld of negativity

Ashanti ka keechad

Monstrous crags of imbalance

Through which blows

A gale of turbulence

Intractable schisms between factions

Virulent thoughts, voice in a vice

A vortex of volatility and vulnerability

Adhure khwaab, asthir dimaag

The silence, not of concentration

Nor of meditation

But of confused mental contortions

And circumambulating constrictions

A sense of emptiness so unbearably heavy

That holds all sounds in a centripetal vice

Penning a Poem

Back at staring at a blank sheet of paper after long
I thought a nice writing instrument would help move things along
Something expensive might serve as a treat
To enable the mind to writers block defeat

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