Charging The Sense of Sound
I silenced my senses for a while

All except the sense of sound

I heard all chromatic sounds that surround

As if my monkey mind was in an oblivion all along

Even a little pin tuned in

Whispers of soft breeze

The rustle of leaves

The birds tweeting their own songs

The chitter chatter of beings around

My body serenaded by sounds alone

So much life, so many vibes

Every frequency traced back to a life,

or an unforetold vibration

Sometimes wrapped in a mystery of its own

This wholesome experience

Focussing on one sense

Unfurled a wonderful part of life

Disguised in waves of sound

Collecting as thoughts

Gaining momentum bit by bit in their cocoon

Until those parts inside became a butterfly

And again longed for those varied healing — sounds.
['Neha Sandhir S']
['Self Improvement', 'Experience', 'Spirituality', 'Poetry', 'Energy']