The Chamber Of Silence Poem by Sookdeo Manansingh

In the balcony close to the roof of the house
when in the moment of introspection I douse
to separate from the struggles each day
I listen to the whispers of silence and pray

To relax the mind and feel the wind as it passes by
I look through the attic to view the seamless blue sky
to imagine what the future holds that will comfort my heart
as to what destiny will enlighten me to follow the right path

This blessed little chamber contains all the books I read
to share the powerful inspiration I truly adore indeed
with the manuscripts and pieces of paper I use to write
I find the peace and happiness coming from the light

little passages and dialogues my father left behind
to comfort my darkness of pain and make pure my mind
a treasury of wisdom with images of a brilliant glow
that I can stream from life's fountain and allow to flow

No better throne can compare to where I sit
it take away all my undesired thoughts bit by bit
and with the whispering sound of the wind outside
it gives me the secret to the mystery that lies inside

the beautiful Arabian carpet spreads over the floor
anyone will see how attractive it is when they open the door
the weapon of faith takes away everything that I fear
as I remain n solitude with Mother Nature to share

Into the twilight through the midnight passage in the dark
my father who is not around visits me like a tiny spark
anyone who sits beside me and spills their hidden sorrow
will leave refreshed and face the world with a brighter tomorrow

Of all the rooms in the house I find comfort up here
that I have no reason to search for peace anywhere
For all the castles of gold this altar I will not replace
where I find the streams of happiness like no other place

This cushion wrapped bench cannot fold like a chair
yet it can take my weight with all the burden I share
before the sun will rise in the morning as the dewdrops leave
the vision of foresight will guide me by what I must believe

Should the chamber understand my emotion in the heart
this sacred space under this roof will never fall apart
to find wings for my words to fly I will continue to pen
the images that paints the shadows to heaven transcend

I remember my mother reminding me of my purpose of birth
that the wisdom within these walls will forever remain on earth
with her last breath she showered her blessings on this seat
for me to be successful with whatever I do before destiny I meet

In my quest for knowledge I come here to learn more and more
from the clouds of inspiration that knocks on my door
My father my mentor and friend I respect him to be a sage
who guides me in a dream to put my poetry into a page

while the stars moves in the sky above the clouds at night
I wait for the mountain of hope to bless me with the light
together me and my father are one in this little room
I do not have any fear of any darkness to be in doom

The memories of the past still comes awake after a dream
like a rainbow after a storm with all the colors beautifully beam
this chamber will carry all the books I wish to share
for the word everyone will understand and walk without fear