The Echo Returns Not
The cacophony of egocentric edicts,
intoned within the noise of existential commotion,
doesn’t return reflected in harmonic resonance
from the serene sensuous screen,
to where it comes from unperceived,
for the signals of stark reality of being get absorbed
in the encompassing quicksand abyss
of the marooned morass minds.
The multi-channel stream of emotion meanders
in the carved-out valley in mental plateau,
the concert of craving cascades resounding
with the melodic matrix in the sculpted heart.
I place my ears on the flow of the rippling air,
but the sound of soulful music doesn’t reach me,
for the reverberation dissipates in insensate psyche.
The rain of solace falls in benevolent torrent
on the desolate trees of desiccated essence,
the rhythm of the aria of revival resonates
on the dancing leaves of possessed passion.
I keep my subtle senses alert
in the seraphic scene of live actuality,
but the symphony of showering succor
fades away unechoed and unheard.
Within the deep space of contemplation
the silence of celestial cadence vibrates
in the quintessence of divine existence,
where the sonorous soul resonates
with the devoutly assimilated echo
of the timeless sonata of supreme bliss.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2025
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