gitanjali

i was going through one of my mothers poccession .. a book of poems by githanjali..... i came to know her pain, her distress thorugh her poems.. this girl of sixteen ,called gitanjali, died of cancer and her mother came t know of these poems several months later after her death..

As i was going through the book, i felt some phrases, which felt some closeness between me and githanjali.. may be the feelings of our inner self, would be similar or we in other words, we were sharing the same feelings.. only thing she wrote the poems ,after she accepted the reality, the reality of death..

i quote some of her mind here , which i felt very close to mine..
The Sound Of Silence
The sound of silence
is over-bearing
my feeble heart & soul.
Its knawing at me,
day and night, even
when people around
me are galore.

The sound of silence
is deffening for i am
carried away by my thoughts
even though when its a
pin -drop silence
my mind is in chaos.

There are so many questions
i ask myself
but meet a sound proof wall
the same sound...
of silence
bounces back
and hits me hard.

This sound of silence
will soon one day
carry me to the ...
silent tower
which i often see
in my dreams...
upon the hill top.

The way to the tower
is well trodden
hence
i am not afraid to go
for i have not sinned
or wronged any living soul..