It's after a long period that I resume to updating my blog...my absent mindedness had lead me into losing my password..
Although I did write in this duration as well and I am hence going to update my blog with this poem that I have titled "sweet melancholy"
"Melancholic" also happens to be the first word that my teacher at preschool used to describe me! I have always been a person who enjoys her own company and hence I dedicate this poem to my oldest friend who is always there by my side...melancholy..
The word doesn't hold any negative connotations..the way I see it..
It is in these moments that I tend to closely observe the things around me. I might look dead and dull at these times but suddenly even the inanimate objects around me are brought to life...I see nature through a different lens altogether and the moon now seems to resemble a peaceful infant in a cradle!
SWEET MELANCHOLY!
The word doesn't hold any negative connotations..the way I see it..
It is in these moments that I tend to closely observe the things around me. I might look dead and dull at these times but suddenly even the inanimate objects around me are brought to life...I see nature through a different lens altogether and the moon now seems to resemble a peaceful infant in a cradle!
SWEET MELANCHOLY!
It is that winter night again..
And all these stars do look down upon me..
Some shine bright and look down with fury
While some with their twinkle
Greet me with benevolent smiles,
And hush down the melancholic strains,
The chords of which no Mozart had mastered
And the notes of which,
Lulled down the chirpy sparrows to sleep.
The leaves too,droop down their heads in sleep
And,would only wake with the golden beams
That would come by morrow
Oh! This music that played within me
Had perhaps lulled them to sleep!
Or were they heaved down with these drops of dew,
That clung on to them...afraid they'll fall
Sparkling like precious stones on the leaves..
And midst this the moon
Dressed in serene robes of white
Rested on the peepal branches that stretched out wide
The branches were a cradle
And the moon now lay on it
She dozed off as they swayed her
Casting their shadows in her divine silver light!
A smile now drew across my lips,
Sweet melancholy do visit me again,
For you visit me, and these sights
That else reside in oblivion
Flash upon my mind.
I see the moon in her cradle
And I see the quiet sparrow!
Sweet melancholy! Do come again
You put music to this verse in me
The little poet in me is now awakened
And dwells in your blissful company!
And all these stars do look down upon me..
Some shine bright and look down with fury
While some with their twinkle
Greet me with benevolent smiles,
And hush down the melancholic strains,
The chords of which no Mozart had mastered
And the notes of which,
Lulled down the chirpy sparrows to sleep.
The leaves too,droop down their heads in sleep
And,would only wake with the golden beams
That would come by morrow
Oh! This music that played within me
Had perhaps lulled them to sleep!
Or were they heaved down with these drops of dew,
That clung on to them...afraid they'll fall
Sparkling like precious stones on the leaves..
And midst this the moon
Dressed in serene robes of white
Rested on the peepal branches that stretched out wide
The branches were a cradle
And the moon now lay on it
She dozed off as they swayed her
Casting their shadows in her divine silver light!
A smile now drew across my lips,
Sweet melancholy do visit me again,
For you visit me, and these sights
That else reside in oblivion
Flash upon my mind.
I see the moon in her cradle
And I see the quiet sparrow!
Sweet melancholy! Do come again
You put music to this verse in me
The little poet in me is now awakened
And dwells in your blissful company!
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