Sitar Poems - Poems about Sitar

Why did that lamp lose its light? Your thoughts taking fancy flight, I kept it burning all night…. Why should a fresh flower die? Pressed close to my bosom nigh, Bare could it breathe, nor yet sigh…. What made such a river dead? Selfish need, growing greed led Men to build bunds on its bed.… What snapped the string of sitar? Tuning tight...

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Both strings Soul wings A strum A hum Both wound Sweet sound A pick In sync. 18.12.2020 ‘FOOTLE-me Poetry Contest’...

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We have a mild start to winter so far So much better for driving the family car No skidding off the road No need to be towed Even throw snowballs while playing my sitar...

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Exotic perfumes opulent Hibiscus and jasmine sentient Charming flute and sitar entice Indian chants undulating Heads pivoting eyes inviting Warm smiles reminiscent of spice Voices that throw you in a trance In a most voluptuous dance Timing of twirling so precise Long black waves of ebony hair Swaying through the sumptuous air Sweet frangipanis caressed thrice Exotic perfumes opulent Most seductive graceful movement Colorful sari paradise Hand caresses so...

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The Untold story of a Sitar Part 3 Concluded . A soothing musical note Was coming out and floating In the air In that White coated Old auditorium Of a different era Which was so alive before me As if I was a guest listener Of its vibrant musical lore’s Now being produced for the Listeners of that gathering By Tan...

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The Untold story of a Sitar 2A of 3 I was thinking That during that long span of time The Sitar would have lost The remaining knobs and strings One by one Which control and inspires The musical instruments to produce The sound of music To sooth or to fill with happiness In some sad and forlorn hearts. ...

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The Untold story of a Sitar 2 of 3 . Although Time had not forgotten To leave its immortal impressions On this unique piece of hand work Where The winds of change Had blown without forgetting to rub It’s hot and cold brushes To gradually vanish everything Which falls In the hands of time. 08 . While I was trying to understand What that...

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The Untold story of a Sitar 1 of 3 . . Few days back I got hold of a strange gift Of an old and slightly broken antique Sitar It must be older than Seven to eight decades Or maybe it came to see the first light On Earth Around a century ago. 01 . My heart was throbbing and almost jumping To...

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So many times I've wished on a star Still not rich, it ain't working so far Perhaps if I cheat And offer a treat Like a girl star to cuddle while I play my sitar © Jack Ellison 2015...

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