My Ode To Music

I need my music back, Starved the soul is, Hungry for the bond with life it feasts on,

Adamant, I want it back, Its power pervading through the moments of life,

A silent yearning slithers up the walls of my coveted shell of life,

No love, No being can penetrate the depths as thee, A bridge, down which crawls by the conscious mind to meet my soul,

The dark is lonely now, as it seduces the light from the cave at the end of the tunnel,

It curbs the morsels that float in the rays, willing to raise the light through the dusk, the misty aura of the path untraversed,

The notes rise and fall like the curtains that sway gracefully in the howling winds,

One spins and delicately weaves into another,

With it swings the mind to a high , the heart’s beat reaching the ears conjoining with the melody,

A tabla, It reminds me of,

A blazing sun that taps first at the window and then slides to corners of life, music it is,

A ray of light between the eye’s dense lashes,

Touching my life,and awakening a yearning not dormant but breathing only as a dull spatter on the walls of my being,

A desire to create, to cascade my dreams, paint them and frame them in reality,

I await for the moment my eager fingers strummed the strings of a sitar again,

I crave to blend with it, sing with the simple yet prolifically designed harmonium,

Wishing to be lost, delving into the psyche,Fondling the memories,

Bonding with the life of the ocean of emotions in our universe of life,

The coalesce of sound mesmerizing and soothing the restless mind,

Nourishing the pyre that burns in the hollows,

The little child who taps impatiently and the woman who tosses in her melancholic feverish wistfulness within the soul,

Both listen in silence to the fusion of riveting tales in the words that dance in resonance with the sounds of life,

Even the  devils lift an ear, pausing in their hoodwinking tasks,

Its music, the beats with the finesse of soulful honesty,

Each syllable, each ripple of frequency traps me in the pandora,

Loosing sense of time, floating in the stream unhinged carvings of sound,

In my frail attempt to reach for my beloved music, I dedicate this to thee, music

An ode to music, a timeless expression and witness to life.

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