The Quietitude …
/The Quietitude Of My Observation
The coloured thoughts whispered
Every time a thought of creation
Unfolded, trying to squeeze into
The being, many fragments layered
Their own, painted within the colours,
Being pauciloquent, ricocheting at
Will, when no response was heard,
The crescendo vacillated, screamed
Aloud, remained silent with stillness
Within me, a voice breathed aloud,
Observing the observation, knighted
The night, delving into the deep
Crevices, I layered the thoughts,
Healing them with a smile, the fragment
Sighed and left, never to glance again,
With the flow, the observation was sans
The thought, the nigh went far away,
The silence breathed in silence.
By Orbindu Ganga
From: India
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