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| Sreelekha Chatterjee |
Letters of Music
O, beloved soul!
Your fingers intertwine with my strings,
as inextricable as the bygone from the living.
Slither, maneuver up and down my neck,
fitting to bridge both rhythm and melody,
symphonious chords reminding
of childlike waves on the seashore.
A slight bob of your head as if a duck on water;
your wattles jiggle when your eyes chortle,
tie your head to your heart.
You feel the soothing cadence of my voice—
rise and fall like a see-saw—
on a journey from my lips to your core.
Your heartbeats weave into my rhythmic texture,
while your soul takes a flight
that your heart withholds.
O, soul stirrer!
You are the bringer of joy,
conveyor of memories idolatry.
Your notes flurry to Nature’s pulse,
oscillating as leaves gently rustle,
shadows of dancers float,
while the sunshine peeks.
A spellbound bird somewhere forgets to sing,
flowers bloom early as if it’s spring.
You house a pied-├а-terre in my mind,
free from all the sorrow’s trace within,
buying my woes with your reverberating boom.
I can strum all day,
hear it, feel it like words close to my being.
As music sweeps into the cove of my heart,
it branches with instilled ecstasies.
Your wild wind rocks my spirit,
towers inside as an innocent pride.
It’s the inner harmony that unites,
witnesses my soul’s rebirth pristine.
Sreelekha, this is beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Priscilla! So glad you liked it.
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