A conversation with the Mystic
You travelled through the desert and crossed the high terrains,
Sailed through time and escaped this trap of the human mind
Oh master, from the depths of truth where you reside speak of the unspoken
Why don’t you talk, oh lord! how less you talk.
And the mystic smiled, so beautifully his soul replied
When there is chaos in the mind, resistance in the thought
and you can no longer live in the solitude of your being, you try to reside in this sound
For the vastness of the thought, how little is occupied by the word
Like you can fly high in the head but get caged by the tongue
Let the fear of being alone don’t become the reason for your talk
Let lies be not the force to move your lips
Because your truth cannot be revealed or spoken in the limited dimensions of literature
So my little shadow
The next time you meet that friend beside those silent lakes,
wholesome lawns or the roadside of human civilisation
Let go of the worldly knowledge, surrender to that truthful,
the untouched and unbiased spirit inside you and let it move and direct your vocal cords
Let your true voice speak to his witness behind the fake ears in silence and harmony
And that conversation will live for a thousand years
Untouched, unaltered through time and space.
Rachit Saxena
IEEE-PCS Chapter, VIT Vellore
