Every night I sleep to the sounds of the "tipping" rain.
The silent night seem to be calming.
There is my imagination going wild.
There are different vibes emanating around,
There are the sounds of falling droplets,
The noise of the swishing cars on the wet roads,
Passing once in a while breaking the pattern.
There are the sprinkling echoes,
Of drops falling on puddle,
Loud murmuring voices,
Of the flowing water coming down the drenched walls,
Falling into the arms the flowing little streams.
The trees and leaves also pull a chord or two.
As I listen to these sounds,
I realize a song in motion,
A speechless lyrics sung for all souls,
There is a sensation of wholeness,
Boundless flow.
This is the song sung by creation.
My eyes close and I breathe into sleep,
The song, rhythms, all fading into the oblivion of the unconscious.
-Keerthi Vikas