Om - The Inward Sound – Delhi Poetry Slam

Om - The Inward Sound

By Amit Chatterjee

An inward voice shakes

Every corner of a countenance

And every cell emanates one cosmic dynamism.

Deep inside consciousness

When insurgent feelings

Merge, unmerge, swap and overflow,

Wrestle and get entangled and leave

Mangled remains of elementary spirits

And a perplexed, convulsed, distorted vision of reality,

That one voice connects

A rhythm of sense,

A feeling of one.

 

With gales that traverse the sphere,

With sparks that adorn the firmament,

With channels that descend from the slants,

With waves that fade even with the edges,

That sound communicates 

The less traveled ways of accord.

It vibrates, resonates, dictates, inspects and upsets 

Every tissue, every pulse, every beat,

And places realization to a novel realm 

Explodes a hurricane of serenity.

 

The sound has a shape 

A specter drifting through ages 

A shadow behind many aspirations 

Pulsating alone in desolate caves 

In untrodden highs 

Very commonly known 

Yet never stated well, known well, felt well

In undulating times 

Mixed with peppers and cinnamons, 

Mixed with sugar, with salt, with chilies, with lemon, 

Mixed with all varieties of heat and cold, 

The sound is felt inside 

Seized as a straw 

And makers of destiny are summoned.

 

A recurring monotone 

An outlet of universe 

Monosyllable of multi-verse 

All-pervading, unbeginning, everlasting,  

Deep syncing, intra spiraling, thirst infusing 

That pains, relieves, calms and induces 

Tranquility of generations – 

And corporeal endeavors 

Settle and rest and prepare and dive into that realm 

To extract philology of life…


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