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Crescendo of Love-notes!

Your music
Brought me to this place
Where I don't yearn for the flute
To play the reminiscer,
Where I don't bear the
Pain of angst and despair
That my Violins used to
Transgress.

I was the creator of
Those tunes where I
injected passion to welcome
all ,
to my parade of prestige.

But now its all
Too harsh in-front of your
Subtle notes,
All too incoherent behind
Your smiles and giggles.

Because I stand
in this silent podium
Of life ,
devoid of any glitters,
glamours and claps,
Realizing
the depth of love
I have for you ,
And there
I am just too novice to
pen a notation.

Hold my hand dear
So that
You teach ,
I learn and
We ripple
the silent symphony,
that for once and for all
melts the
Crescendo into
Undying refulgence.

SoUmY@

Comments

Rukhiya said…
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Rukhiya said…
And in the end its love, that shall compensate and rule all our senses :)
Thoroughly soaked in the cadence.
If this be a tribute, it is the best ever, Beethoven shall be beaming.
For Soumya- Bows!

Reading this many more times, makes a favorite out of this too, gosh im losing count of the 'best' ones from you!! :(
man in painting said…
It is always the art of carving nothingness.
You know it very well.
congrats.
very nice writing...
$picy@diti said…
very well written!
Bharath said…
Hold my hand dear
So that
You teach ,
I learn and
We ripple
the silent symphony,
that for once and for all
melts the
Crescendo into
Undying refulgence.


Beautiful..Can harmony blend with symphony and passion ever?!

these lines are more than just "too good"..!

Loved this Soumya!!
BirdBrain said…
A perfect harmony.....
cant be better even if u yourself recreate this...

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