To Quietude

To Quietude.

For sound travels more leisurely than light,

Keenly gathering moss along the lush slope of time.

And so, prolonged thunder follows the flash of lightning;

And so, applause rings long after the stage is emptied.

To Quietude.

For sound travels more leisurely than light,

Keenly gathering moss along the lush slope of time.

And so, heat multiplies for eons before a volcano erupts;

And so, sweat and tears are spent, unnoticed, for aeons before the conch of victory is finally heard.

To Quietude.

For sound travels more leisurely than light,

Keenly gathering moss along the lush slope of time.

And so, a bird flies artfully for long before it can sing it's song;

And so, the mind stumbles foolishly through the miles of life, before its laurels are announced.

To Quietude.

For sound travels more leisurely than light,

Keenly gathering moss along the lush slope of time.

And so, there is a simple gratitude owed to solitude;

And so, the unheard moments of character slip by whilst stringing the strains of victory in Quietude.

~Rishika Sudhir Dhody

An Ode to the Sea

I stand at the seashore,

as my feet sink in the sand,

being tickled by the lapping water;

I stand in wonderment,

How can one thing be everything and nothing?

I breathe in the salty air,

which announces the sea’s presence from far away;

and I wonder, how can one thing be both, salty and refreshing?

I gaze at the stillness beyond the waves,

and as a I remember the tales of mermaids,

I wonder how one thing can be so still and yet be filled with life?

As the waves play with my feet,

I look across at all the rocks, which have been marked by the sea;

I wonder how one thing can be both endearing and scary?

I stand at the sea shore,

as my feet sink in the sand,

being tickled by the lapping water;

I close my eyes

and feel the wind pass me by,

at once, ferocious and playful;

and feel the sound of the sea

resonate with my being.

Engulfed in the wonderment,

I feel the stillness of time amongst all the motion;

I realize that even time stops

to pay homage to the sea,

The Sea, which is everything and nothing.

~Rishika Sudhir Dhody