When Music Is Played

Six strings and a wooden box.

I close my eyes while my soul gets lost.

  

Silence within me was what I was searching.

Placid song within me was urging.

An urge to fly beyond the sky.

Dance and swing, float and cry.

As you play again and touch my soul.

I wonder how within me you crawl.

While you strum, my enigma you hum.

I take a dive into the mystiques of life.

Let your music play and allow my conscious to melt.

Coz now the demons pray, divinity they have felt.

Coz when music is played….

The universe sublimes in to me, to stoke the fire that moves us.

My aspiration for the good will of humanity condenses to a heart shaped crystal.

Music is the construction of a thought,

Yearning of man in draught.

In the semblance of gratitude when we pray.

It is the eyes of your beloved when she is laid.

It is the waves which makes me fly.

Helps me talk to the sun and the sky.

An emotional desire, a condensed fire.

An outcast mole, dead man’s hope.

Worthiness of your birth, serenity and mirth.

Rejuvenation of faith, songs I create.

Coz when music played

My conscience lies naked to be embraced by the supreme.

Someone walks into my soul and wakes up a dream.