Strings of Sugar
A poetic ode to the sitar, that mystical instrument that weaves melodies through its strings
By Allwyn Roman WaghelaPublished 11 days ago • 1 min read
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In half lotus, he sat on the land,
Holding the sitar in his hands,
Tunes it as the wires bend,
In a world of notes, he gets blend.
First, he plays the *aalap* in peace,
It's slow and steady as the breeze,
Everything's in bliss and appease,
Hoping for this time to cease.
*Jor* and *jhala* he then plays,
As his dexterity he displays,
Into the horizon long I gaze,
For he has set my mind ablaze.
Strings of my heart dance in harmony,
As the mind is free from all agony,
He can play the sitar for time and infinity,
For I can listen to it forever ardently.
For the lovers of Indian Classical Music and the melodious instrument called Sitar.
Comments (3)
Great! poem about India's classical music culture.
This was so beautiful! Loved your poem!
I love Indian music, somewhere in my heritage there are Indian genes in my blood. This is a lovely tribute to a beautiful instrument.