I would love
your fingers to play the harp
that my heart is ,now.

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The heart played the harp,
While the mind was busy
Preparing vases with
Different flowers,
But the soul was confused
What the celebration is for,
Is it's wedding or a funeral?

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The glistening of your words,
like the poured drink in your glass...
It reminds me of
all the nights I've spent,
while awaiting peaceful mornings
to pour the coffee-tint
in your eyes!

When the songs keep falling
on ears that keep busy elsewhere,
When the rhythm of
each breath of yours
makes their own music rise
above all the din, outside of us!

When in our steamy
drunkenness,
we fondly look at our
dim silhouettes
That make love,
away from the moonlit walls.
A harp plays celestial euphonies
Or that musical, it doth seem!

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The Harp

Was strumming her body
Like a heavenly harp
Somewhere was smooth
And somewhere sharp

The music of passion filled up the place
Was it just lust or there was love on the face?

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Yes ! I wiould like to go for a walk.
Walk is not afraid of Dark,
During walk
Exuberance in me lits a spark
Which chases me to Harp
The music in my heart.

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if it were in my control
then i would be silent
But on the strings of my harp
fingers are not mine

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The last string of harp....
She wished to hold on
to play her favorite song...
to listen it for so long.
making soothing sound.
The string used to ,
heal her wounds...
She chase the gloss,
the burning flame,
spreading light of hope...
and her sacrifice claim,
left nothing to blame...
wondering in her ,
little imaginary world.
she lost her wings,
But still able to fly.....

.....✍Megha P.

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