(PC: Sahil Shah)
For a thousand years
I stood…
Faceless in their minds
Witnessing stories,
Of all kinds
I too have wisdom to share,
If only they cared
I too have a soul,
A voice,
their squabbles stole
The birds sing my song,
And occasionally moan
But they
They only think
Never reach that unknown
Stanley Park, Vancouver
To share with the familiar
No burdens
To share with the friend
No hurdles
Will you be my Stranger?
Listeners who only talk
Talkers who only babble
Babblers lost in their cacophonous minds
Everything’s a squabble
Will you be my Silence?
Many have come
And taken
Many have drunk
And walked away shaken
Will you be my Future?
To build a bridge
Of precarious expectation
And leave me stranded
On a ledge broken
Will you be my Keeper?
To hear everything
And judge nothing
Don’t be
My Stranger….
Just be Mine
Stranger……
~Aaksha Meghawat
What am I?
A state of mind
A situation
An occurrence
A floating leaf in the flowing river
A speck in the great rush
A draft in the making
An event in the rolling time
To subject my energy to the vagaries
My soul to the torment
My tranquillity to attachment
My purpose to an outcome
My resilience to results
My path to the wilderness of others
Myself to judgement
This subjection, dilution, estrangement……..
Simply no more, simply no more.
Quintessence 