Friday, March 19, 2021


 It all started with a sound, 

From the boundlessness which bounds,

Prolific, and inexplicably profound.

Shrishti Naad, as I call, the basis to everything,

Enslaved everyone, from peasants to the king!

The open one goes, ignorant stays jailed,

The sea of sounds, Oh mother, just to merge,

Searching a goal? Oh, you're only to purge!

Searching a soul? Oh, you're a fish,

Trying to get out and find the sea.

Shrishti Naad, you can hear with an ear,

Life is too short, there is hardly a moment to spare!

A purpose? There is none, for if you want,

Frustrated as you will be, there is none!


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