SILENCE
Krishna C. Ratakonda
Alone, enveloped by silence
I sat still underneath a tree
Faint sounds from far away
Waxed and waned with the wind
A child’s laugh
A dog’s bark
A bird’s tweet
They formed a shimmering back drop
That was a some-how a part of the silence.
Thoughts, fragments from the past
Flitted by in a monotonous procession
A reminder of pleasure and of pain
They were waves in the calm sea of silence
Arising only to ebb away.
I watched them detachedly
As each made its own path
Time passed by ineffably
It took may be a minute
Or maybe it was an aeon
I too was one with the silence.