Silences !




5/24/19
Silences

Ocean  of silence exists between two souls
I wonder if I am the rock on the shore
Or drop of that vast ocean?
Are you the rock on other shore ?
Or drop of that vast ocean ?
This empty space is familiar to senses.
Silences beyond measures and fences ..
Not familiar - is my destiny!
In this space between you and me?

Only time will reveal ..
Wheel of time goes on and on ..
Beauty manifests to me from the shore
Splendid sunrise, sunset with sanguine brilliance
Tidal highs and lows
Silver moon lit dancing waves..
Grandeur of this silence!

But I yearn for fury of waves.
Strong  enough to pull me in .
Carry me to other shore,  where you exist.
Through contradictions and mysteries you hold
Touching, and caressing dark, silent caves.

I yearn to be meager drop  in this mighty sea
All engulfed , drowned , frothed
As part of this silence myself
Silence that just is ..

-manpreet

Comments

  1. deepakAugust 14, 2019 at 7:20 AM

    Please summarize for me !!

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  2. Dr SanjayAugust 14, 2019 at 8:32 AM

    hmm !

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  3. Dr SanjayAugust 14, 2019 at 8:37 AM

    We are all part stone, part fluid & part air...
    We are all part shore, & part ocean in between ..
    We are all part noise & part silence...
    We are all part light & part dark...
    We are all part empty & part complete ..
    We are all part self & part every body else ...

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