Rumi ~ "Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feeling, understand each other.
Every mother craves for the first utterance of her offspring,
at crawling pace words multiply, vocabularies enrich,
sentences get knotted to convey racing thoughts.
Then every emotion, every object gallops
for a label in not one but myriads of languages.
Yet every one feels capsized in the flood of alphabet
eyes incessantly foraging for lifelines
to spill the feelings of the heart.
Languages mount on us stooping our backs
we crouch yearning for the song of silence
groping for the sharing neigh that soothes our souls.
Is it a co-homosapien who soaked in dialects
and languages offers us a caring ear,
or the four legged animals some,
whom we tame for our companionship,
or the birds who perch on the sill
or the all pervading nature?
Usually a sheer spousal nod tranquilizes my aching feelings,
the warm clasp of friends an assuring comfort at times
but many a time my agitated nerves crave for
a feel which is tender and
where language becomes obscure.
