Silence

In a child's sleep,
A destitute's burp,
The end of a song,
Between two words,
The reunion of old friends,
The gaze of reunited love,
The close of a door,
The end of a talk,
The pant for breath,
A struggle for words,
The end of a phonecall,
The instant before you speak,
The green of nature,
The call of birds,
A great Hill,
Standing still,
A deep lake on a hot noon,
Or a book that ended too soon,
After a dog's bark,
Or during a squirrel's watch,
Of retrospection,
Of realisation* and regret,
In a mother's smile,
Or a receding wave,
The moment of awe,
At the grandeur of the Universe,
In a hermit's trance,
Or the depth of his glance,
In understanding,
Of one's heart,
In gratitude,
In forgiveness,
In the acceptance of pain,
In submission to Death,
In solitude,
Nay, even in a crowd,
In the harmony beneath chaos,
In surrender,
In all this and more,
She shines forth,
Tranquil, with closed eyes and a knowing, genuine smile,
With no pomp and no show,
Yet deserving all that and more,
Profound and Omniscient,
Yet absent until observed**.

Written on 21.2.2016 at 5:15pm, Hostel 13 lawn (between B and C wing), IIT Bombay
*The term 'realisation is also implied in the sense of achievement/fulfilment of dreams.

**I now see why they say that silence has to be 'observed' - it is present everywhere, and only needs to be observed/maintained.
I never thought I could write poems. I still don't. It needs a state of mind and heart that I don't possess.

The sequence of words, on retrospection, seem to have been inspired by Shivang Chopra's style of writing.