The echo of silence

 

Long after things happen

They lurk on the empty mind

Like a frozen reflection on the mirror

Of a for long departed object

The silent echo overwhelms

The symphony that falls on the ear

But does not register on the mind

An empty letter with vanished ink

And diffused fragrance of the youth

Read over and over again in wisdom

When an epic is scribbled on the wall

The comfort of crumpled moments

Gives way to the gloss of new garb

We may sometimes forget to turn the page

To trap ourselves in a bygone calendar

With a fear of bursting a charming dream

The sight with the open eye often is the path

Where we find a more resplendent place

Than what appears in our sleepy hour

The crescendo orchestrated by the Master

Is more deafening than the silent echo

Only to the one who empties his soul

To merely listen to the incessant flow

Enroute Kolkata Dehradun

23.7.25

11.32 hrs

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