‘Sometimes just shut up and LISTEN

train your ears to music, my music

cut out the rest

coz every other sound is a distraction

the din of confusion, the rising notions

the theorizing and the logical-ization

(if there is such a thing)

is all meant to nip it young

your growing passion

for love, for fame, for making a name

tell me

who would you turn to, the breeze or the scorning wind?

who can calm you, the twilight or the scorching sun?

who can win you over, the blazing fire or the warm hearth?

would you love the oceans if they thrashed your ground?!

if not, then LISTEN

keep quiet and key in

to my mantra”….”

the wicked universe whispered

and she nodded.