The Coder And The Spirit Of Ekagrata Poem by Sumita Jetley

In Bengaluru's rush, where the towers scrape the sky,
Lived Aryan, a coder, his dreams running dry.
Once sharp as a blade, his mind now blurred,
Drowned in the noise of pings and words.

Notifications buzzed, meetings called,
His creativity stifled, his spirit stalled.
Till one evening, weary, he wandered astray,
To a quiet old temple tucked out of the way.

On its steps sat a woman, serene as the night,
Her presence calm, her aura bright.
"Your mind is scattered, " she softly said,
"Lost in the noise, your focus is dead."

Startled, Aryan asked, "But how can I be free?
The world demands so much from me! "
She smiled and handed him a book,
"Write what matters, take a deeper look.

Turn off the buzz, let silence befriend,
Work in the stillness, and you'll find the end."

Doubtful but willing, he gave it a try,
Closed his laptop, let distractions fly.
Hours passed, the world fell away,
His code flowed like rivers, clear and brave.

A week went by, and he returned to her side,
Eyes bright with joy, his spirit alive.
"I found my focus, " Aryan confessed,
"In the quiet, I've created my best."

She smiled and said, "This is the way,
Guard your silence, come what may.
For in the stillness, brilliance is born,
Through Ekagrata, chaos is torn."

Now Aryan thrives, his work a delight,
A master of focus, a beacon of light.
He teaches his team the lesson he learned:
"In silence, the brightest flames are burned."