Something has long been signalling me to slow down, <br />To explore lasting peace welling from deep within, <br />Stepping aside for a while to drown mundane din, <br />To repossess my face from what looks like a frown. <br /> <br />To enjoy soft caress that is the kiss of time, <br />Tune in to my soul’s rhythm unheard from within, <br />Enriching me with what is vague but still sublime, <br />Relax— be in touch with what’s real me serene. <br /> <br />I know, man may rush thro life many a long mile <br />To arrive, by surrendering soul’s very bliss, <br />And still remain a stranger as if on an isle, <br />E’er a migrant like warm-weather-seeking ibis. <br /> <br />The soul with eyes to see nor ever nose to smell, <br />Nor sense of touch, of speech, nor with ears that can hear, <br />Tongue nor ever taste, casting still a lasting spell— <br />If only man is keen to perk up inmost ear. <br /> <br />Poor soul of mine felt hurried, harried, no less lost <br />For long, but let me now take time to be present <br />As I can, amidst every unwinding moment, <br />Or else be prepared to nurse a wannabe ghost. <br /> <br />Let me realise, life’s scarce the length man is alive, <br />That life is depth to be explored, life’s no long drive; <br />Let me know, destiny’s well is well-provided, <br />Let me guard that my buckets are not shallow-fed. <br /> <br />I know, I know, all this and more, <br />And still do what I did here to fore. <br />_________________________________________________________ <br /> - Musings | 04.10.07 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/depth-naught-length/
