Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Confessions of a Flute Player

He stands playing His flute, amidst the roses, a large screen behind Him. His music , his innocence and his simplicity, make her Wordless .

(photo by Sagarika Chakraborty)

Sweet irony
as I stand
against something
that shows you the world
with a touch
of a finger
on a screen……

Life is sometimes brighter,
the contrast in Life
as it was
and as it could be
is too much.

How much simpler to
enjoy my own
music system
in a garden of roses;
and when my Ma,
wants to see the world,
I simply open my mouth……

1 comment:

  1. And when I give dreamy nights
    to those sixteen thousand and eight
    who hear the magic of my music
    and who feels the same touch on them
    every time I touch my bamboo pipe.