THE MUSIC

A little boy,
Maybe eight or nine,
Walking by that lane to school
Usual like every day,
Content , at peace
Happy and gay

Disturbing traffic lights, distracting people,
Growing at an unusual pace,
He was that kid who got observant by age,
Thinking he will get what he chooses, he will see what he sees,
He chooses to sing, dance, ignore and rejoice in his own melody

Loo became winds in no time,
Observing everything around him,
Trees whispering like a wind chime,
So much noise he thought,
But so much peace at the same time,
Like the music of being present around him,
Got into his heart into his mind

A little further on that road,
Blue and green beauty,
Excited, he exclaimed ‘A peacock’,
Fascinated by every move it made,
So much noise he thought,
But so much peace at the same time,
Like the music of being present around him,
Got into his heart into his mind

Nature is a giver he knew,
Giving a memory that his dreams won’t get through,
A dancing peacock singing, calling out the rains from the sky above,
A cool breeze kissed his cheeks,
It was a pleasant afternoon,
Extraordinary how sunny march became a pre-monsoon shower in June,
So much noise he thought,
But so much peace at the same time,
Like the music of being present around him,
Got into his heart into his mind

Tip tip tap tap happy droplets everywhere,
Desserted land was flourished again,
Every breeze calming his senses,
The smell of wet mud and cooling winds,
Looking up feeling every drop of rain rushing down,
So much noise he thought,
But so much peace at the same time,
Like the music of being present around him,
Got into his heart into his mind

A brief shower it was,
Enough to put the surroundings to pause,
Laughing greenery now greener,
Dusty air is now cleaner,
Hidden animals now playing their songs,
So much noise he thought,
But so much peace at the same time,
Like the music of being present around him,
Got into his heart into his mind

Finally in front of the gates,
Content in an unusual way,
Recalling his journey on the way to school,
Like he understood what to see and what not to,
The noisy roads don’t feel noisy anymore,
He saw what he had never before,
It’s all a game of putting presence and time,
Where we keep our thoughts and depths of the mind,
So much noise he thought,
But so much peace at the same time,
Like the music of being present around him,
Got into his heart into his mind

Iris