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Bizarre loop of music

He sees new colors, finds mentally gripped
In life’s unusually new cheer.
And could feel no ever-chasing fear
And none could he hear!
It is silent, musical and profoundly pleasant,
Sitting alone in the deep forest.
Observing complicated life forms around,
He contemplates without a bound!
The leaves, creeping ants, crawling snakes,
Blood sucking, soft and gently-skinned leeches,
Sticking mud and its moist, the waterfalls,
And its unknown random rhythmic noise…
Engross him!
Now he opens the closed eyes.
And Bach’s music ends.
Sitting alone in the dark room, he smiles
Emptily looking at bizarre walls.
Playing the next set of notes,
He sees new colors,
Closing his eyes…
This poem can be read again and again infinitely. It has no ending. You may start reading from “Sitting alone in the dark room, he smiles” line and go to first line (which will explicitly tell you that music takes him mentally to a forest) or you may start reading from the beginning (which will surprise you that he is actually in a dark room).


To Music

Those gentle swerves poking my nerves,
The melody that remembers my life’s every tragedy,
Yet its pleasant, this feeling of mysterious dent
In my mind, in my heart and in my every part
Making myself prolific.

What profundity You possess, I ponder?
Why do I respect You so much, I wonder?
All disturbances when I listen to You, when I put myself in You,
Don’t they cause in me a heart breaking thunder?
You make me charm like a flowering bud in my farm,
And I forget all my life’s fear.

Don’t You make me rhyme as with You I obsess,
With only known art form I possess?
These words that are felt in because of You, hope they melt in,
With beauty and awe as I listen to You.
One day I’ll take up Your form, losing my life I’ll die in an artistic tomb.
And You’ll be the place I would love to dwell in.

The living!

Crossing a deep valley,
Savoring the winds music merrily
High on the mountains,
I stand forgetting the pains
In my limbs, in my ribs
And in my heavy heart beats.
While feathers dance with delight,
My thoughts go light
As I watch them passing by
Along with loving birds flying high.
Those chirping birds!
What a romantic ballet they exhibit!
With all the fires in them getting lit!
No confusions, no regrets,
But only a grand fusion of frets.
On the moist lands I see my feet engraving.
And I know its worth the crossing.

“The romance in working hard in things we are interested in,
like what a musician, a mathematician, a trekker, a sportsman, a philosopher would do”

sensual touch- the testament

I feel the evening breeze.
I hear the chirping of birds.
I sense the leaves slowly folding their little arms,
As I turn to the west I see the sun set.
The glittering orange sky reminds me of her.
I go back to my place to see her.
To undress her and
To lay her on my arms.
As my fingers traverse her slender curvy body,
She giggles.
Sometimes she gently weeps.
I know she is the only soul that consoles me,
Anytime and every time.
How I treat her doesn’t matter.
She treats me the same way when I saw her for the first time.
She is my perfect match I know,
Where is she from, I have no clue?
Who sculptured her, I don’t know?
The happier I am , the happier she is
The more gloomy I am, she sobs with melancholy.
Ah! Here she sings!
In all those calm evenings,
With a tender voice,
She is a newborn child in disguise.
I promise !
She sings proud,
Praising our rapport aloud,
She is my sweet guitar,
Even if I shed blood she binds me with rhythms,
That sound sweet and bitter.