neither the sound of om
echoing across the universe
bounced only by the eons of time
nor the chants of a thousand Gregorian monks
neither a million amens
resounding across the world on christmas eve
nor all the calls to prayer in the name of Allah
not even the gentle patter of the first monsoon rain
nor the gurgling of the little brook
joining hands across the landsape
to form the mighty Ganges
nothing
but the laughter of little children
True.
…to form the mighty Ganges
nothing
but the laughter of little children…
nothing
but the sound of SILENCE
of being under the oceans
and hearing ITS music of silence
of being a speck in space
and hearing ITS music of silence
Beautiful, thank you.
Shekhar — interesting that you changed the topic header from “Sounds, so pure, is…” π Shifts the positioning focus to “children” vs. “sounds”
Cheers,
K
shekhar, i preferred the “sounds…”. That header flowed well into the lines and thoughts that immediately followed (= logical flow). With the new header it reads a li’l more abrupt..i guess it’s the missing verb too that makes it seem abrupt…
cheers,
k
The first title was better, simply because it came from the heart and was not thought of. Thinking too much kills spontaineity.
Cheers!
Navin
I like “Children”, perhaps because I work with children in Kindergarten and we hear all kinds of sounds all day long but it’s the laughter which keeps us going…the children’s laughter, so pure and so true to the moment.
Beautiful write Shekharji.
Cinda
this title sounds too “matter of fact”,the earlier title sounded more “eternal”,however,thanks a ton
for creating this freedom of choice.
cheers!
Hi Shekhar,
I preferred the original title as well. Not because of abruptness or lack of it, but because it was a mini puzzle, and in requiring the reader to work it out, it drew me deeper into the poem.
Cheers, Heather
π
:-)….
for rethinking the header…
cheers,
k
Beautiful…
Something so simple and yet explained with all its glory, emphasising and capturing every detail so observantly.
Nice Shekhar. Loved the poetry. I want to ask you if you read works of Osho? He is full of poetry, so sweet and melodious. When he speaks, it sounds like music, not just words. When I read this piece of poem, it reminded me of Osho.
she picks up her toy
and looks at it with wonder
perhaps with more wonder
than the astronaut
picking up a moon rock.
when she smiles
although there may be mischief
in the twinkling of her eye,
it’s not the smile of a politician
there’s no falsity or agenda
hiding there,
just pure joy and affection.
and when she cries
the tears are spilt
as if all of her world
has gone askew.
but a moment later,
all is new.
from moment
to moment,
from one experience
to the next
everything is ever fresh.
life’s confidence
and beauty
spring eternal
in the joy and wonder
of children.
Hi
I am back here again reading more of it…
The sound is good and as Tagore said every child comes with the message that God is not yet tired of man so ultimate sound has to be that of a child’s laughter..so pure, so unadulterated, so vital with promise of life but just as that child grows and comes in contact with the dos and donts of society the innocence and purity of mirth dies a sad death..
But Shekhar I musta say I love every sound that you describe in ur verse…they are too pure and releasing
I posted a comment on ur Juhu article yesterday & I dont find myself accepted in this web yet…haha
cheers & take care
Nidhi
apparantly the sound is pronounced as AUM (A-U-M).
π
“but the laughter of little children”
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