Give It The Voice Of A Rainbow - Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Vivid, vast, vibrant was my dreams’ canvas,
Potentiality as never was,
Balmy breeze wafting softly ashore,
Come, I said, open my heart’s closed door.
It lasted no more than a mere moment,
And vanished all the gold once dreamt.
And there remained scattered in its wake,
Drizzles of day-long tears that’d fill a lake;
The call of my muted mourning heart,
Had no voice—yon violin’s wailing start,
Alas, for long broken was its tired string,
And nor it nor my heart could sing,
Both trying tired interventions though,
Nor music nor breeze then on did flow.
You had the music once created,
You were the conductor that it led,
You had made its tuneful voice muted,
Give rainbow’s voice—violet to red.
- Musings | 06.02.14 |
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