Posted by: Vasudha on: November 9, 2007
The sky was wrapped
In a robe of soft clouds.
The forgotten scent of a newborn sun
Lingered yet in the young air.
A sound reached my ears:
The music of his guitar.
On the green grass he sat,
A solitary figure,
Lips curved in an enchanting smile.
Into his eyes gently fell
Unruly locks of hair.
Long, thin fingers moved over his instrument
In an ecstatic dance.
The joy of his heart they released forth,
Clothed as the notes of a happy song.
The wind sang in bliss.
The clouds thundered as if
Praising the skilfully played piece.
My ears rejoiced to hear
The colourful, joyous notes.
My heart leapt with joy,
And danced to the music
That filled my soul.
Uncounted, time went by;
I cared not if ages had passed.
He played the last note
That for many minutes lived
In the speechless air.
He rose, and turned to leave.
The performance was over.
Rain fell upon the earth
In a gentle applause.
All I can say…dudette, you are in the wrong field!! You are way too talented to be wasting your time with Minkowski terms and Heisenberg Matrices!!
Yeah, I enjoyed your poem very much. The emotion written in the words of the poem, read in the lines and between them, is very touching.
And as to what Akshay said:
Like I said somewhere else, who says one field is enough for one person?
Let’s see, German Chancellor, Angela Merkel: Physicist, Environmentalist, Politician, State-runner.
John Keats: Doctor, Poet
Imran Khan: Cricketer, Politician, Philanthropist
Somerset Maugham: Doctor, Writer
Che Guevara: Doctor, Revolutionary, Politician
Forgive me for the many doctors on the list. A common mistake for a doctor to make
nice n very enigmatic…..wish i cud meet tht prsn prslnly……!!!;)
beautiful!
1 | daffy
November 9, 2007 at 3:41 pm
Wow, this is beautiful.
Very moving, filled with emotion.