Without Television ....

Isn’t it strange

When you sit in the room

Switch off the television

And hear the soughing of the silence.

I am sure I heard the

Air moving

Imperceptibly

And the wind in the chimney flue

Grumbling.

With my eyes closed I

Even heard my lungs

Resting

And the air in my ears

Beating a rhythm I cannot tap

And the blood in my veins

Babbling a tune I cannot sing

And outside the wind heckling the night

With restlessness

And cars grumbling

And girls screeching

And the boys mumbling

And the night itself

Trembling.

And that is the sound of life

Without television.

It got me wondering!

Oct 2011