Seated by the window
In desolation and solitude,
I heard a voice.
It was different from other voices
Whose voice was it ?
It was hurt and angry
Said, “Where were you all this time ?
You have no time for me.
Busy in a crowd are you
And don’t hear me. “
Whose voice was it ?
There came no reply.
Spoke the voice again,
“Always are you in a crowd,
Crowd tells you this is happiness, so that is happiness for you.
Crowd tells you this is darkness, so that’s darkness for you. “
Oh ! This is exactly what I do !
Whose voice was it ?
It exclaimed, “Remember that time when you were delusioned ?
Again you asked the crowd,
On not getting an answer,
You didn’t know what to do.
I was ready to clear your confusion yet you didn’t hear me ! “
Now I wished to hear it.
Whose voice was it ?
Affectionately it said,
“Dear friend, finally you hear me,
Away from the crowd you are with me.
Oh dear friend, I’ve missed you.
Listen to me, hold my hand, I will never leave you.
I am your shadow, always with you. “
I said, “Got tired of the crowd,
Wish to listen to you.
So affectionate are you.
Now I have time for you. “
The voice now seemed familiar,
Whose voice was it ?
“Dear friend I am not an uncommon gift which only you have,
Everyone can hear me but they don’t.
They are deaf to hear me, but hear other voices.
You were among the deaf,
But today your ears can hear. “
I was now curious and wished to listen, “Oh my friend ! I can hear you. You
know me so well !
Can you define me ? “
The voice was near me,
Whose voice was it ?
“You can’t define yourself.
You are infinite.
You are infinitesimal of infinity.
I am there to help you! “, it finished.
“You will help me for what ? “, I asked.
“To explore yourself. To know your infinity. Being in a crowd is inevitable,
Desolate yourself and always listen to me.
Doing so you will experience your infinity. “, it said.
I wished to explore myself.
Whose voice was it ?
There was a silence,
Yet I could hear it.
It seemed an invisible mirror.
An exact replica of me.
It was me, infinity.
The voice, it was me.