SEVERED STRINGS

At night as familiar sounds return to rest in their nests,

The severed strings of my heart give a startling ring

At the touch of a cool breeze from memories’ shore

With straggled sands of thoughts that they bring ,

Awoken to flow of ecstasy and pain rushing inside

I hold my inspired pen and  I sit down to write ,

As words rise from sleep to their rhapsodic heights

Overcast in magic aura from soul’s sentient light,

Turning  myths of darkness into miracles of story

Revealing secrets of pain in their sad but real glory,

Transforming  dithering words of inner experiences

Into pearls of poetic utterances inactive flurry .

Tears from eyes of soul thus have such an easy go

Flaming the river of imagination to an inspired flow.

@ comp. n copy right : saroj k. padhi / 15.02 15