June 1, 2013
That Silent Song
The nights were dark, yet a ray of hope lit my lamp of imagination The days were short, yet the suffering was longer in my narration The evenings were cold, yet I craved for warmth of love after negation My life was a wreck, my work devoid of any recognition from my friends. I influenced from the poets of the fall who wrote sonnets on love & purity I understood from the painters of the past who painted with intensity I meditated on the preaching’s of the saints who practiced virtue & sanctity My inspiration has risen, from great men whose words define their sanity. Under the dark depths of my soul was laid, an inception of a silent song A song, which required the sense of a loner and an art I learnt to Understand. Take me away to a lush green forests or an open field to sing a lullaby Where there be no human but green trees and silent valley to listen to it. I stand there at the vertex of nature like a preacher passing all my learning’s I stand there and wait, for the nature to applause with an embrace of cold air The cold innocent fresh air announcing in high the joy my song brought them I am thankful O nature, for you understood what my friends could never. The poet in me thanks the nature for being the biggest reason for elation The Painter in me thanks the nature for being the canvas of my revelation The preacher in me thanks the nature for being the true source of inspiration My soul thanks the nature for bringing a sense of comfort to its restlessness.