The news of scams, rapes, murders,
riots and arsons has become like a
soap opera, which leaves
no lasting prints
in our callous hearts.-
She met
his grateful glide
with her own
welcoming arch,
outer ribbed skin
matching the contours
of inner dimpled expanse,
a melody slowly constructed
by uncalibrated instruments,
cymbals crashing,
momentum rising,
a free flowing rock opera
looking for its personal peak,
unwilling to taper off
into the realm of the ordinary,
until the dormant stars
start to twinkle again.
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अकेली होने पर भी जिसने अकेला ना होने दिया
बहुत सा प्यार देकर
बहन का सम्मान दिया
लिखने की चाह इतनी खास नहीं थी मेरी
लेकिन बहुत खूब कहकर प्यार जिसने मुझे बेशुमार दिया
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Morning enters my house
like a sudden overture
dramatically blending into
the routine opera.-
Tribute: Blue (Part 1)
Life's but a mourning of memories
Made and unmade,
Of letting go and careful glances
Through the morning mist
After a night under the halo of yellow lights
Running from the world;
For home, dreams and love -
Far more than destiny.
An operatic composition comes undone.-
Tribute: Blue (Part 3)
The faces and the art of forgetting
In promises, hauntings and drowning of sorrow
Giving way to future, the memento
A flourish to completion
Love in the shades of blue.-
The sound of writing is impeccable Opera of emotions of the writer.
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Who is he..?
Why can't he show me his Face.?
Is he the Phantom of my Opera...?-
From manifesting itself in roadside folk shows,
To the elite symphonies of the opera,
MUSIC played its role in uniting the two WORLDS....-