It is a music that I love
never do I miss it
the music lights up my heart
seems to be that someone is with me
I do listen with rapt attention
at times I nod my head
I do clap with an appreciation
mostly I sing with the singer
all these do happen at home
while I write in my canvas
keeping up the tempo
the melody penetrates all through
my fingers type with an association
a lively interaction in a stroke.
Turning eleven todayPredictions go wrong
diction goes in a song
demonstrations go strong
dedication takes you long
distractions make you do wrong
concentration makes you write a song
be those all in an amazing song
enable you to do nothing wrong.
The rap and the dance
the drums and the chance
rant the sky with a trance
glued to the pageant I watch
they throw and catch
I sit amidst the din
the sound emanates from a tin
rock and rock they go
down and down they bow
what is it all about?
I am an odd man out.
noise once again rises high
exasperated, I sigh
this way it goes for long
I could hear no song
only sounds in an yell
Luckily I could hear the bell
Gosh ! the program comes to an end
I make my way out negotiating a bend
Roses hold an enticing sight
no matter where they lie
be it on the plants around
be it strewn on the ground
they captivate the eyes
no matter what be their size
the smallest winks at you
while the biggest greets you
the blush seen in the red one
overwhelms us with a fun
the rosy rose smiles coyly
stretches our imagination extensively
there is abundant peace in the yellow rose
it is a transcendental feel in pose
that be of all the roses in a song
could also be a bouquet in form.
The day is beautiful
intermittent showers
the demure sunlight
a cool breeze enthrall
all set to entice
I hear a music
comes not from anywhere
but from myself
a song of my life
hums in my ears
the notes go up and down
expressing the joy with a gusto
intimating the sadness with a feel
synchronising the glory in cheer
reflecting on the losses in grim
the high intonations with melody
merge with the low notations softly
the song goes on for hours
my eyes become moist
wiping them gently
I stare in front of me
the greenery bewitches
the bare trees devastate.
it is a sequel natural
no difference in factual
a flow in the river smooth
not in a way uncouth
with the tides rising high
then they slowly die
asymptomatic of the thoughts
that elude when sought
the heart carries a heavy load
could not hold it on board
a pour out is the course
I withhold them by force
they are ready to jump out
do they do so in a let out
my song would strike a theme
one of absolute dream
