I know not the joyous music
of the strings
And the notes that your soul
springs forth…
The silence of the strings
makes me yearn
For words that could match
the cold touch!
I see you sprint your
thoughts as you
Create the ode into a riot
of designs
Springing to and fro to
transform the cold,
Into a more hopeful
incredible sound!
Can you find me in the crowd
of stillness
In the strings that echo an
assurance?
Can you define the parallels
of calmness?
The white and black shades
of styled frames,
That fashion your possessed
beauty?
The musical sound of the
strings plays
With the perfumes sprayed
around…
It’s a world of romanticism,
of love and different shades
Of sounds and voices and
chiming bells!
In that stillness of the
night
The dedicated lovers cross
streams of notes,
As flames cross decades of
silence ---
The night plays on…!
Give me your word not to
depart
For I have journeyed my soul
with yours,
For I have sung with those
strings…
Notes that not many dared to
sing!
My tears of hope scroll down
deep,
My eyes meet yours in
solitude;
Wait, oh! Night, let it be,
let it be…
For I know the strings by
now –
Let it be, oh! Night…!
Rajdeep Pathak
November 16, 2013
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