bhaskar saikia

In the midst of life’s noise, have you ever paused to listen—truly listen—to the world around you? Peace isn’t always something to be sought; sometimes, it’s something to be heard.

Nature composes its own music, one that soothes the restless mind and speaks to the soul. The rhythmic tick-tick sounds of the forest, the croaking of frogs high in the trees, the sudden burst of rain reviving a roaring stream—all these elements weave together into a melody of tranquility.

And then, as the drizzle lingers, the air grows dense and cold, wrapping everything in a quiet embrace. The moss-covered rocks stand firm, their paths momentarily obstructed but never impassable. The dark leaves, heavy with moisture, shine under twilight’s glow. Even the wind joins in, its invisible hands cracking twigs as it roams.

These moments inspired me to write this poem:

SOUNDS OF PEACE

The tick-tick sounds of the forest,
The croaking frogs high in the trees,
The sudden rain,
Giving a new lease of life
To the roaring stream,
And the leftover drizzle-drenched air—
Dense and cold.

The moss-covered rocks
Blocking my path,
The dark colors of the leaves
Shining under the twilight’s glow;
Mesmerized by the incredible strength
Of the wind, cracking twigs as it roams.
Why would I need to search for peace,
When I can hear the sounds of peace?