TRIBUTE
(Legendary musician Pandit Ravi Shankar)

'FARE-WELL'
sometimes, is not sensed,
but, stirs like a silent wound
goes on vibrating like the string of 'SITAR'*.
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SUN is a naughty gardener
can chat with the dumb bough
can hum the hue of emotions
SUN is a musical dialogue of flowers.
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FARE-WELL
it is always a PAIN
waves becoming static
flowers falling down
sitar hugging silence
it is always a PAIN
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pain transforms into a sweet history
yes, to me, a sweet memory
i too like an unknown shell
on the same shore of time
have been breathing his music.
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HE is not HE, now on
an essence of 'RAGA'**
silence is the space in sound
that took birth in his blood
is sinking in our blood
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his sitar is the divine mystic piece
his music is the definition of purity of life
HE is a flowing memory
HE is the peacock feather
that i preserved in my c.d. folder
HE is the warm teasing
of the girl-friend of my child-hood.