Instruments lying in the room,
Untouched ,by any ,to play!
Flow of music in each
Is unseen but can be felt!
No one to brighten it
With a tune!
No one to store musical notes
In it,to play!
As though the instruments are
Lying sad with unseen tears!
waiting for someone to lift
Them to life and charm them
With flow of musical notes
From their soul!
Golden tunes of music travelled
On a glistening track,unhindered;
Each path in the track culminated
To a beautiful note,
At the other end!
That was only the beginning of the
Journey of the music,
In the company of musical notes of tunes!
Strong soul of a moon,with a touch of confidence,
Hidden in that strong heart of soft emotions,
With clouds of different thoughts,
All veiled in a purple veil!
But the entry of the strong soul into the
Transparent water below,
Blew off his strength of mind with confidence!
Because he crossed the barrier of confidence
Into the water of overconfidence!
Losing himself to the reflection of
His pride!!!
The deathly silence of the meadow
Invited the beauty in the haunting
silence,to instil the confidence of his creativity!
Poetry of a Bohemian 