Vishu has been a dear friend ever since I first met him.
There was a spontaneous connection, a flow in conversation and more.
Often, its not something you can figure out but with some people, friends, there is a certain chemistry.
And its best not figured out.
The only thing is to live it. To revel in it.
He came for the Tao and added his song.. literally..
And he wrote this poem. Inspired by what flows in the Tao.
Often people mistake what is present has something to do with me.. in fact, it is present when I am not. Something in this poem spoke to me.. I sense it will also speak to you.
The furrow of an Effort
Pondering on the complexities of life
Filled with pain, with struggle and strife
Haplessly we resume our fight
In a macabre abyss we search for a light
Sorrows seem aplenty and the joys so few
And so we forge gods to help see us through
We plead and we bargain and gamble with a deity
In doing so we steal its created divinity
Our promised utopia has gone down the drains
Our faith like the moon; it waxes and wanes
The time has now come to rethink what we thought
For all we believed in has but come to naught
With the tides we must turn and must shift our perspective
Take the good with the bad; view it as a collective
Let us try not to cling on to things oh so tightly
For beauty is appreciated best when held lightly
When we cease our inner struggle, our anguish we release
This awareness with it brings a calm and a peace
Then life just begins to flourish and flow
You don’t need to believe it when you already know
Dialects of Silence – Vishrut Sinha
The silence all-enveloping brings with it such a comfort
No lines on our forehead, no furrow of an effort
I’m trying to fathom all the different dialects of silence
Of this language that is spoken between all other languages
The language of dreams, thoughts, emotions and actions
How it allows, invites, restricts
Yet is ever-kneeling in prayer
How it connects my heartstrings to yours
And yet makes me aware of the divide between us
How hushed up it is
And yet so deafening
Does it tiptoe from around the corner
Hiding behind the notes of music
Waiting to sneak up on me?
Or does it lie naked before me
In the humble spaces between these words and these lines?
Does it have the face of infinity?
Does its veil even obstruct my view?
Is it seducing me right now?
Or are we in union already?
Is this what lies at the heart of the ocean?
Or in the vast chasms of space?
There is this void within me
And yet the epiphany as I write this
So I smile with joy
At the futility of my attempt
For I am but using mere words
– Vishrut Sinha