March 7, 2009
Melody of my life...
Hi friends....well this is my first post to this blog...
i wrote this poem back in 2007...hope you like it.....
I catch the hold of my delicate strings
Strike them and try to forget my sins
These strings unweave the hurt below
It slowly loosens the hurt once known
Rhythm of these strings along with my music flow
Like water drops down green leaves they go
They strike a chord deep into my heart
The chord which fills up my ache at last
The music fills my empty ground
Like sand into a pit dug out
Dug out by those filthy hands
With the harshest strike like sharp knives
Into the soft sands in which died many lives
The music flows like the soft sand
Deep down, away from those filthy hands
From minds of wicked people who try
To make me cry till my mind goes dry
Yet again these strings move
They strike a chord and change my mood
These pits are filled with minds not dry
And I tell myself-"No need to cry"
"The sand will come, the sand will go
Desperate hands will dig at you
But you have to be as soft as sands
So that you can flow deep with music
Away from those filthy hands"
ORIGINALLY POSTED AT RITWIK IN SEARCH