Musings

I

Still water never speaks
It encompasses
It receives
It holds
the glory of blue sky
the delicacy of white wooly clouds
the magnificence of dazzling yellow sun
It gives your own reflections
horrendous images
crude desires
diabolic ambitions
crooked feelings and emotions
Men perceive its serenity in rarity
Where men fail birds meet in silence
perching on the branches.

II
What you cannot discover in cacophony
In silence the wonders of Creation
and more wonders about the beauty
and ugliness of your ‘self’
the meaninglessness of surface existence
the futility of all theories and philosophies.

Here nothing matters in the damp house
It’s raining, it’s dark
As men sleep, frogs croak and chuckle in ecstasy.

I sit alone gazing into the darkness
demanding its expression
It defied expression
Empty hands, empty chairs
White walls, books in the shelves
swish-swashing curtains, old mat
an defied expression,
under the tapering rain.