She And I – Consonance In Dissonance

By Ravi Ranganathan

She and I;  We resorted to silence again

We do this whenever we are not in sync

Now, again we revert  to our usual  quietude

I know as much as she always does 

That silence is not always the bridge

Would we break the shackles  this time?

The dark blue waters of the deep river

Draws our  grateful gaze this twilight time

We  slip inexorably  into a profound reverie.

As if  this trail of our meditation is closing in

I raise my head and address a questioning word

To my beloved companion, my partner in life.

 For a while, I  think she  does not hears me.

She continues to stare across the river

Which reflects the last red rays of sunset.

As  the twilight hour beats a benign retreat

We watch the great orb diffusing fading  colour

Before making its rapid disappearance from the sky.

This stillness in peace is indescribable.

All nature, dumb at the lovely sight

Seems to have come to a momentary rest.

My heart drinks in the superb peace.

Once more I glance expectantly  at her.

Her figure now wrapped in the shroud of fast gathering dusk.

 We continue to sit  quietly , in  dead silence

Until the sun slips suddenly into  black night.

She then rises and quietly leads me , holding my hand

Our walk terminates in clearing the hiatus

Our minds glimmer in thousand  points of light.

In such peace do we get ready for the next round!

By Ravi Ranganathan