Strings pulled upon by the bow
Waves propagate intensely
With a mix of passion, love, fear and terror
How magical, from the mere vibrations of inanimate particles,
that form elaborate waves,
that are melodious to the ears,
and then somehow,
becomes animated into one’s heart and soul.
Two ears to hear, to listen, much more than speaking…
No wonder, a friend once told me, a child who learns music tends not to the wayside. I think, for they listen more, to this beautiful realm of shapely waves.
Lifting the veil from the eyes
Strolling down the usual path
Knocked off and yearn a bath
Tired, worn out, stressed up
Droopy eyes for once lift up
Into the sky, a strange sight
A heavy heart with sudden delight
Since when the sky is there?
With a beautiful, persian blue
Since when the moon is so beautiful?
With such glow to behold
Since when the flowers bloom along the sidewalk?
They are sweet to the eyes
The greenery, the weeds, the wind
All came crashing on my senses
And ultimately my soul
Beauty has always been there
It’s only a matter of beholding
Let not the toils blind
Look out, look up
To beauty, to the Creator
“Thank you”, I whispered.