like a symphony
lyk a connoisseur to souls’ food,
I could sense the sounds’ source.
lyk a shapeless invisible string;pulling,
towards the wood that chores.
orchestrates along;the sea,the breeze,
the chorister within;inrush I groove,
& soul sings along with melody,
& tiniest things that barely move.
a harp,a violin,a piano,a xylen,
a string, a wind,a percussion,a chord,
a virtuoso,an amateur,or just broken heart.
what silenced nature,whatever it be.
those notes hovered;lyk a phantoms’ grasp,
i gasp & groove,i followed;it lead me,
lyk an altared soul,lyk my purpose beholds.
lyk a slave to music,lyk i was born to be.
it broke my aura into pixels of light,
it broke my aura into melody delight,
it broke my aura into nocturne of night,
it broke my aura into shiny sunlight.
i flowed like an essence,
i flowed like a joy,
i flowed like a ray of hope,
i formed-disformed like a symphony.
by : vishu mishra
dated : 31-jan -2013
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