Thus She Spake, The Speckle of Dust
“Can you not hear it?
the muffled cries of pain
the twisting bodies writhing in agony
the crushing sound of the hearts
can you not decipher from the silence ?
the meaningless ramblings
the long drawn out laughters
the silent chuckles
the threats, the whimpers, the screams
Can you not reckon?
the depth of thoughts
the frowning foreheads
the missing beats
Can you not remember ?
the lives past
the heart rending screams
of souls past,present and future
of great thoughts and noble intentions
of greater love ethereal, ennobling
of torments endured
of the vanquished and the victors
in that handful of dust
you hold close to your heart
you tread upon nimble, unsure.”
“O man! O man!
listen sometimes to the ground you walk on
to the breeze you breathe in
to the waters you quench your thirst with
bloodied stained and dried
embossed with invisible stories of now and ever.
listen in when arrogance sweeps your heart
when ambition clouds your mind
when helpless you stand in face of the storm
listen to the universe
and her indifferent laughter.
when you count your monies and cry
when you count the hurts and weep
when you hit the wall and fall
hear then the indifferent laughter of the universe
she has seen it all
the monotonous tale of the living
coz she knows you survive if you are meant to
So be it! Tathastu! (Say all!)