One early morning, I was walking down the street.
I heard some stray dogs barking, next house to mine, the garage opening, and a car parking.
two women striding in their shoes, and a loud mouth on loose.
I heard the hurry of boys getting late to school.
I could smell samosas and the sounds of drool.
Rushing, speeding, panicking cars giving heart strokes to the street.
Around the corner, I heard bid farewells and a few greets.
All these noises filled every nook and cranny in me.
I desperately wanted to set myself free.
Then I heard some more, someone close, was trying so hard
My body was whispering
My emotions were murmuring.
With loud footsteps, I could hear my heart walking inside my mind.
The thoughts were on tape and someone pressed rewind.
Chatter patter! does it matter? I told myself.
So much live drama outside.
An old movie running inside.
I took a pause and focussed on the noise.
Now listened to the listening
brought back my poise.
The dogs, the car, two women, the boys, samosas, garage, my body, my thoughts, my emotions
everything was just vanishing.
Neither the subject, nor the object. nothing was left.
Only pure listening was to be cared.
