Poetry:Trajectory

 

Trajectory

  (This poem reflects on a silent journey shared with Buddha—not as a historical figure, but as a symbol of wisdom and inner awakening. Though paths may diverge and destinies unfold in different directions, some bonds remain eternal, sustained by silence, memory .)

Me and my Buddha

Walked together

In deep, dark woods,

In silence,

Distance does not separate;

Silence does.

Buddha is not a mortal,

But a Buddha, the enlightened one.

With him,

Silence binds,

And noise deters.

Our paths diverged,

Yet crossed;

Trajectories distinct,

In tangential directions

In space,

In chaos.

In Buddha's eyes,

Calm and serene,

I Met

A sudden fury,

The tremor ceased,

Everything subsided,

And Mother Earth returned

To her warm composure.

A solitary tear rolled—

Was it a grief long hidden?

Oh Buddha,

or did

silence veil your pain

And parting—

Painful,

Yet making the

Bond eternal.

Me and my Buddha

Walked on,

Each one

Along a destined trajectory.

Me and my Buddha

Are inseparable,

Bound by a journey that never ends,

For he walks forever

In the silence within,

My Buddha and me.

Pankaj Mala Bhattacharya

31.05.2026