The Eternal Cosmic Symphony

And the music still continues…
It was, it is and it will be…
’cause it has been, always
Since the beginning…
A something that has existed,
A something that is beyond time…
Infinite music, that is…

Perhaps the eyes must have opened with a sound
Or the ears, may be…
But where is the composer?
Where is the conductor with his conducting stick ?
Where is the listener unseen ?
The time – just a witness
Of one’s own…
Life – A jigsaw puzzle – In bits and pieces
Trying to fill up the enormous emptiness, the space with mere words, or with notes
or with a silent cacophony…
No composition,
No script, 
Nothing predetermined…
Just the spontaneity…of one and all
In here and now…
With or without listening
With or without listener
Simply keeps on and on and on
Keeps on singing and playing – applauding in-between
Keeping the track of, improvising, impromptu
Keeping the time, the rhythm – spontaneously…

The Sung and The Played
Goes into oblivion, in to silence, forgotten and lost
And again, somewhere, sometime, somehow…
In someone’s voice, in someone’s being - broken, unbroken
It is born, manifesting again
Finding continuity,
Finding an expression,
Flourishes into bits and pieces
Another rhythm, a different pattern across the infinite expanse
Again, once again….

A point, a face, a being…
An expression that cannot be separate or can be together
The consonant and the dissonant
Creating a consciously unconscious cacophony
Of one note, of one beat, of infinite bits and pieces
Turning into one eternal….

Oh! This wonderful cosmic symphony….

(Poem "વૃન્દ ગાન" by Poet Rajendra Shukla, Translation by Dhaivat Shukla, Oct. 2007)