Every Tuesday, we would be sharing a prompt to ignite your creative side. This week, write a poem or a verse describing the sound of silence!
Have you been in a place where there is absolute, pin-drop silence? If you have been, you can draw inspiration from your experience. If not, you can imagine how the silence would sound and come up with your own version of it.
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Our take on the prompt: Sound of Silence
“The Silent Orchestra”
Traveling far down the road
Reached the destination
No one to be seen or felt
Within miles
Except for the zephyr
The trees dancing
To the symphony orchestra
Of silent flutes and violins
I enjoyed the sound of silence…
Are you ready? Post your poem/verse in the comments section below!
CHAITANYA
When my eyes close
to the outer world
of glitter and glamour,
my spiritual eyes open
and I awaken
to perceive an unknown world.
When my ears close
to shut out the noisy clamour
overwhelming my senses,
I hear a whisper
echoing in the golden
depths of tranquility.
When my lips are sealed
against an utterance
of the sounds of resonance,
words fade into oblivion
as I learn to speak
the language of the soul.
The closed doors gently open,
the materialistic fetters
loosen their tenacious hold,
the ancient bondages of the thought
struggle to break free,
lifting me into the heavenly realms.
The blank canvas of my soul
is now splashed with a riot of colours
to form a kaleidoscope of hues
on a star-spangled sky.
I drift in ecstasy
in all-pervading bliss
till the twinkling stars
are struck by a flash of brilliance,
a call from the Divine.
An inner effulgence beckons
and I find myself
traversing,
amongst the starry heavens
till my being is absorbed
into a vortex of blinding light.
I drift inwards
deeper and deeper
till I find that I am lost,
I lose cognizance of
my name, fame, desires, intellect
and discover
that I have found
my true nature: CHAITANYA.
Excerpt from the book – Karmic City: The City of Lord Brahma.
“Multicolored silence”
Had a glimpse, then
Stopped
Observed
And listened for hours
To your silence…
Like the flight of a butterfly
Melting of dew
The voice of silence
Bloomed gently into words
Like cotton seeds bursting, and
Floating in soft muteness…
My eyes followed
Wherever they glided…
Suddenly
I blew them to higher altitudes
And saw them drift farther…
How else can I hear again
Your silences often
If I collect them all, and read at once…
I shall wait
For more and more glimpses
To keep in touch
With the rhythm
Of your unspoken words…
~Madhumathi. H
The Song Of Silence
Silent, the lyric I sung,
As in my mother’s womb I hung,
A pupa shrouded in a pre-birth coffin..
Silent, my breath-song, cosmic hum,
Ageless rendition, unchanged for aeons to come..
Silent indeed, the swirl in the whirl, wet,
Of churning Soul in the Beloved’s goblet..
Silent, the roaring ocean in the Master’s gaze,
Washing the grime of many a lifetime, doth erase..
Silent, the throbbing Samadhi, alive, buzzing like a bee hive,
Giving off its honey for any who can strive
To tune into the song of silence.
© Kamar Sultana Sheik
Nādam
Ssssssss
Who would have heard
The primordial silences
Of life, better than me?
I, who snaked through
The ancient waters,
In the broth of Life?
I, who am the breath-serpent,
Hissing up your spine
As kundalini?
I need no ears,
Hearing through my body..
Spoken word or symphony,
Everything vibrates through my serpentine Self
As I dance in esoteric rhythm,
Mesmerizing you..
For, from whom else
Have I heard the nada,
Other than he – of the matted hair
And blue throat?
Swaying around his neck,
I learnt to hear
The unstruck sound..
Nadam – the reverberation of karma and dharma,
Poetry, supreme, of manifest creation,
And became part of his bliss..!
Come, sit with me, if you can,
And learn of silences and stillness,
And how it can move you,
Unmoving.
©Kamar Sultana Sheik
Only silence is left
The house is bereft
And oh-so-empty when
Christmas is done
and school begun
Ribbons and paper are in the trash
With broken bits from the cookie stash.
Vacations vanish in a flash
The holiday ends, silence descends,
But I’m not lonely or sad,
For my best ever presents
Are memories that matter-
Roomful of children and lively chatter.