I
sit, walk,
work, talk,
&
a minstrel sings
incessantly,
to an eternal
ek-tara-
dark forests,
starry nights,
dry deserts,
monsoon skies,
universes
unfolding inside,
as I
sit, walk,
work, talk -
on outside.
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Pakhawaj heartbeats
streams surge,
rivers flow,
waves break,
oceans merge-
in Raga Sree.
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Miyan ki Todi-
Inky skies-
gold and flame
marigolds
drop in steady rain
bells clang
& deepams alight
- spontaneously.
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Sunday, August 29, 2010
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what a beautiful composition- your own
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