As the strings plucked forth
resonate with the irrepressible emotion
As an orchestra in unison, of immense worth
resonates with an unbridled mellow notion;
the notes, high and low, merry and sad
resonate with our minds and hearts
leaving us lighter and glad
like an unstoppable river these notes flow
nay, there is a dam to stop
bold, ever ebullient, they glow
every drop, every emotion, every feeling
seen, hidden and perceived
the turns and bends, the falls
the rise, the inevitable surmise
the decline, the inevitable demise
giving voice to every sentiment
can only breed more resentment
but, then suppressing them all
is an exercise that fails to enthrall
every beat, every flutter of the heart
in tune to the rhapsody that tears it apart
the drums, they resonate forth so loudly
in the depths, we reflect on these thoughts so proudly
of child prodigies and geniuses
whatever their strengths, their weaknesses
their vast talents, their sharp acumen
lest we forget, for even they were once human
flaws and fallacies, truths told and lies belied
they had their share and more
from heavens they peer down
only to find their symphonies resonating to the fore
filling minds, mending hearts, healing souls
was this not the intended purpose
was this not the hidden meaning
if so, indeed they have served well
and will in the hearts and minds dwell
for as long as there are the hills and seas
for as long as there are stars
there shall always abound
symphony, cacophony and sound.
© Dr S. N. Bhagirath 2015
The radiance of a sun beam
the warmth of the morning ray
the endless rush of the glistening stream
what do they all want to say
sometimes they whisper,
sometimes they roar
ever so softly, ever so gently
those eternal truths
that we must remember ever so fervently.
What can be more truthful than truth
perhaps a lie bespoken with glee
pieces bitten off the forbidden fruit
to run, to hide, to flee
guilt, it seems, is remorseless
ever watchful, ever scathing
without mercy, without kindness
like a bewitched bee
A flowing stream, flows forth unhindered
rustle, its bustle, ever so comforting
calms us, puts us at peace,
of thoughts, emotions, feelings
must they not stream forth unhindered
must they not be comforted
conscious thoughts, sub conscious ones
mingle, as one, never as two
the mind, it seems is the stream that streams forth from you
Death is not the problem, Life is
Joyful are the oblivious,
Joyful are the dead
As they watch us from the heavens above
Funerals, they are for the living
To grieve, to give or to retrieve Life
The maker who createth us all
to the one who taketh all
Again, I say, Death is not the problem, Life is
Love, eternal, Love, sublime
Gleaming jewels in the chest
glistening forth from the rest
Everything to nothing in Time
Of suppressed thoughts and hidden remembrances,
Of raging rage, of uncontrollable passion
blinding light that illuminates us
Where does it emanate from.?
Of hidden chasms deep, stories belied
Of untold tales, many lie
blinding light that illuminates us
Where does it emanate from..?
The precipice beckons now,
The chasm looks inviting,
The abyss is warm,
The Darkness light,
The Cries mellow
The Songs so yellow
Must I plunge or Must I not.?
That indeed is the question, for which I have no answers Got.
© 2015
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Dr S. N. Bhagirath
