amidst the deluge of emotions
how withers life
desiccated and dried
palpates the heart inside…
“leave a drop for me,”
cry the weeping eyes!
so
“I can breathe for a moment..
I can live for another moment”
floweth the stream incessantly
while life dies
Tis impossible to forget
I cannot relent to the litmus test
tis the beat of my heart which absconded in the deep jungles
of consciousness
would I remain alive , without the pulse,
the blood would soon dry in the
subconscious veins
absorb me thee
my soul dying since ages.
does the sound reacheth your ears
that
traveled like a spear
and pierced
the silent cries
wailing sighs
saddened hiccups
throughout the painful nights…
a voice of desperation
a call humble
the endless struggle
of the helpless human
O! Raga
the ancient rhythm of my soul, how cautiously you move
infinite waves rise and fall, dancing on
heartfelt tunes
crashing against the world
tis old traditions .. while weeps the soul in a nook
where art thou!
the blissful Raga
can I compose a melody just for you?
in monsoons
wet you with my verse
or soothe you with a lucid song
in summers?
the serene music of nature
what makes the fall smiling
when deciduous trees wither
the serene music of nature
Tis the rhythm of my soul
O Raga!
that beats on a celestial composition.
soumyav 