When One Sing a Song or Dance
When one sing a Song, play a Music or Dance, or
Make a painting on a Canvas or sculpture on a rock,
A Poem on the walls of its mind and heart,
Your soul blooms in the ecstasy of divine Music,
Your heart feels to spread its wings, beyond every wall.
Like the Dancing Peacock in full swings and thrills,
You began to feel like dancing, on the rhythms of your heart.
One must give a chance to its heart and soul,
To enjoy the blessings of Musical lore’s,
The creations of an artist, or a Musician, who writes,
On the sands of time or on the walls of everyone’s heart.
As these would always remain,
Your creations beyond time and stars and
May always shine, like the most precious and rare gifts after God.
Listen the Music hidden in the steps of a dance, or
Feel the brush making a painting, on your mind and heart, or
Feel the strings of Music, making your soul to thrill and dance.
Feel these divine beauties or else, one day,
You may find, your talents were nipped in the buds,
By your own stubborn mind or heart.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 24th Jan. 2011
I grabbed my guitar and the four strings in line
I strummed them so long til my heart was satisfied
These four strings that i strummed repeatedly
keep strumming my heart cry ever so subtly
tears slip from my eyes like dripping hot candle wax
my eyes are the fire burning, fierce and contained
but the fire brimming wild is the one in my soul
each string has its own tune of voice
when sung together makes a heartbreaking noise.
It keeps the volcano from erupting rooted inside
then silence comes and rests and
the guitar is set aside.
The Mood 2/2
I want to adore you, O, Mood
Without you, O Mood the lovers can not feel
The joy of riding together,
While feeling the warmth of their soul mate
O Mood, you always create the much sought after climax,
When you bless us with your sweet and amazing gesture
We feel the warmth of each other’s heart and souls
As if, they are one and only one and not two
But without You, O Mood
We can never hear the sublime music of silence
Which flows between heart and souls, when they woo each other
And become one from two.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 19th April 2010 concluded in 2/2
So loud, so bold, so strong, so rich
Hearing every beat, word, phrase
The heart of it speaks to me
I lay conversing with the love streaming from the sound
I listen to what it has to say
Putting myself in it's pain, joy, fear
Realizing, I posses the same
I bear the same feelings
Over and over again I do listen
While it sheds its tears to the solid ground
Opening its most personal thoughts
I drift away with the meaning
Getting lost in a stunningly beautiful image
Feeling so safe and protected
I am put in a rare state of serenity
No where else does this exist, but where I find myself
The state of losing myself in its song
Its pure velvet melodies and rhythms
I never want it to end
I never want to leave its presence, I've come to witness
But here I am in this one moment
This pure moment of Music,
Getting lost in it's heart and soul
You think you’re innocent
I see it in your face
The arrogance of self belief
The naïve glow of one who does no wrong
You look at me and smirk
A cruel line of pouting lips mars your beautiful face
You turn your nose up
A pretentious façade of superiority
Mocking me
Begging the question,
What else did you expect my dear?
Fall in love with a rock star…
And you die a metallic death
So I did…
And now my heart lies skewered
Impaled on your guitar
My blood stains the chords
The crisp white sheets of your flawless music
As for the bereft keening of my soul…
It echoes the voices of your demonic choir
But you do not even listen
To you I am just another statistic
A discarded puppet with tangled strings
You slammed the door on me
Threw me out with your other discordant notes
I am no more than a song out of key
A forgotten melody mangled by your strings
Gone and forgotten
Good riddance to bad rubbish
I was not metal or heart enough for you
Elvis Aron Presley was from the period of time,
of the coolest with slicked back black hair,
and he could shake those legs at singin' time...
Yea! the people loved him everywhere,
He'd curl that lip, let his back-bone slip,
and make the girls scream out loud, real wild!
He'd shake his hips, twist 'n' dip,
in rhythm he'd croon the croud,
No matter where he'd go, nearly every heart he'd seize,
and Elvis stole the show, even in his movies,
Yea! Elvis stole the show, everywhere he'd go,
and Elvis is still the King of good ol' rock and roll!
We'll always love his blues, rock 'n' roll too,
the ol' time hits the radio still plays,
His blue suede shoes and other awesome tunes,
matched his charismatic ways,
He'd shake his hips, twist 'n' dip,
in rhythm he'd croon the crowd,
he'd curl that lip, let his backbone slip,
and make the girls screams out loud, real wild,
No other voice could sing, yes, I'll have you know,
like Elvis.....the king, of good ol' rock and roll!
Yea! Elvis stole the show, and my heart and soul,
and Elvis is still the king....of good ol' rock and roll!!!!
Those rhinestone suits, flashy shoes and boots,
Go cat, go cat, go-o-o-o-o-o!
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