The Sunday Muse #222
Singer & Songwriter Michal Elia Kamal
The strings of a bohemian heart
Rhymes,
Through the fingers.
There is no tomorrow in the tunes
There is only
Today and self, to feel
Life floating on wings of musical chimes.
The yearning,
For freedom transcends
In the tranced existence of a rhythm.
As the seven ragas
Swirl in the veins,
A Sufi is born; free, alone, and formless!
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Wow your words pulse through this poem. Nice one!!!
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This is one of your finest poems Sunita! Truly glorious!
ReplyDeleteA great poem Sunita, I've now discovered what sufi music is!
ReplyDeleteI love how you used 'seven' in this lovely poem ... completeness yes.
ReplyDeleteI like how mystic is born here by climbing inside of the music. Nicely done, Sunita!
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