Ode to The Music of the Heart


O, my heart, if your beats could speak

What would they say, what music play?

Tight the chest and yet small drops leak

Emotion’s lay.


Let pain subside and patience flow

Through sunny smiles and dismal isles.

Tired, I walk, alone and slow,

These lonely miles.


No friend, no foe, no strife, no peace;

A clock, a path, a face, an urn.

Nor sigh nor prayer will appease.

Air, earth: both burn.


The flute can never curve like lips

But with silent bellows music makes

Among the dancing fingertips.

Care sleeps. Joy wakes.


Sweet silence in the stillness thrums.

My soul in it will ever be.

Awash with love, the moment comes.



2 responses »

  1. Dear Nandan

    I read your beautiful poem. Reading between the lines I was touched by the intensity of feeling underneath. Our minds tend to become dull and insensitive due to pressures to conform to superficial, utilitarian standards. To rise above them, as you have shown,is the poet’s mission. Appreciation by others apart, it is sensitivity and passion that dissolve one’s inner and outer conflicts.




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