Kavyakankshini...bewitching words spun with spindles of thought and quicksilver yarn...: The Maestro and his Bride


The Maestro and his Bride

Through the fertile valley
Through the mighty mountains
Across the galloping river
Through the venerable pines
Reverberates your music
The dance of your strings
Each tiny strum
Brings the Sun closer
To the lips of eager mountains
Each flicker of peace
Makes the stars bloom with radiance
Every sound carves
An intricate pattern on the soul
Waves of awareness
Raise the being
Dust sparkles around you
Forms a silver halo
The cedar of your instrument
Is filled with content
As the evening parts
The night ushers in...
Your eternal bride

*Photo courtesy: Vikrant Chauhan

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