Musical Muse

I hear music when it rains,

Little drops strumming the leaves.

I hear music when wind gushes windowpanes,

Trying to break in like notorious thieves.

I hear music when the living moves,

Rhythm of life in every maneuver.

I hear music amidst all the fuss and grooves,

Musical muse is all about humour.

Each lyric strikes a chord,

Sending waves to times of past.

Light shines on the emotions we hold,

Music is a magic. Eternal, natural, and vast.

Some pour happiness while some are sad,

Some are short-lived while others last.

Some bring excitement while some peace,

In presence of true music, I happen to cease.

Sound of Waves

Sun is about to bid goodbye,

Waving slowly as it settles down.

Whispers in the wind are flying by,

As I stand at the end of town.

Now while there are many walking around,

Leaving a trail quite and free,

I hear a sound, so peaceful and profound,

Sound of Waves at the edge of the sea.

Nothing more poetic when nature rhymes,

Sound of waves, of birds, of air.

I feel acquitted of all my crimes,

Sound of Waves has something to share.

Beaches have always been one of my favourite places. Now you know why.

A video journey of The Poet and the Pen

Almost all my poems had a featured image (which do not belong to me in any way whatsoever)

Each image was used with the purpose of letting my readers understand and connect with my words at a much better level.

This video shows my journey and the rich content this blog has to offer…

Read the poems once you are done with the video (especially those whose images you like)

See to know…know to read

Happy Monday!

That day

Streets were singing the sound of joy,

Lights and decorations captured all eyes.

I saw a smile so beautiful and pure on a boy,

And the stars… stars decorated the nightly skies.

Ornaments, beads, clothes and food,

Lamps, candles, toys and books,

Wine and cheese and music for the mood,

And the cuisines made by those amazing cooks.

It was so beautiful and cozy and peaceful,

That it made me forget of the days to come.

Maybe it was wrong or maybe it was needful,

But… That day still makes me numb.

A night which I lived only once,

A night which I live when I need a break,

A night that forever will be speacial to my heart,

Not because of any person for nothing was fake.

 

The Café

music.jpg

Drinking coffee while reading a book,
In a nice café with a fancy look,
On a table that was kept reserved,
I sat alone and simply observed.

Various people, various emotions,
Each with issues and their own notions,
Seeking a path of comfort and joy,
They sat, ate, laughed and enjoyed.

Sad forget his sadness, and
Worried gave up his madness.
Tired ones were rejuvenated,
As the negativity got isolated.

It wasn’t the food that they ate,
Neither was this any mystery or fate,
It was Music that casted the spell,
Making all minds happy and well.

As I sat alone and observed,
On a table that was kept reserved,
I saw the hypnosis taking place,
A doctor who heals without any trace.

I wrote on a page of the book I had,
Remember this day and always be glad,
No matter how you feel, happy or sad,
Good music is an invisible comrade.


-Music an universal language.