FLOTSAM AND JETSAM

POEM

Down the flotsam and jetsam of the city 

on a fiery sunny day

wandering along the

streets of the cosmopolitan city  

I was praying earnestly

for a secluded, serene, calm and tranquil corner

of the city which is ‘far from the madding crowd’

where silence, peace, coolness reigned supreme

in order to release the red hot lava

flowing down the volcano of my fretting and fuming mind

since more than an hour.

To my surprise and embarrassment

some unseen force led me to this Hall of Silence
to the music of silence.

In the pin drop silence

where almost hundred

people had assembled and meditated 

I too joined them and took my seat in one 

of the concrete chairs and started meditating.

How long I sat there, no idea 

But I experienced the comfort of peace,

tranquility and serenity.

From that day onwards

I ensured that I should be there

whenever I get an

opportunity to be there seeking an outlet

from the rough and tumble of the city………