Music Of Organs Poem by lalitha iyer

Ere it rained
the clouds gathered
ere they gathered
their bags were loaded

ere they were impregnant
the vapours sailed up
ere they sailed up
Oceans dried up

Watch the beauty
of the Silence before Monsoons
the passionate wind
and penetrant lightning
the arrogant thunder
and the endless wonders

All wonders begin
before a stillness
before some silence
before some nothingness

all the vibrations
Orchestraed to inaudible motions
the eyes did not catch
the music makers who watch
from the pulsating arteries
and the throbbing veins

they speak not their own tongues
their wants they cant portray
their needs they dont array
they float the boats
in the tidal waters
switching on the currents
blinding the wise ones
illuminating the blind ones

the music of the Organs
fanned by Innocence
fed by Ignorance
fashioned by Cosmetics
rationed by fabrics
filthy when intentional
healthy when melting
Interiors rhythmn
with exteriors theme

It is the Music of Birth
It is the Music of Dumbs
Blinds and crippled lumps
it is pure, when love triumphs
it is harmonised, when painless swims......