Sweet notes of freedom

Megha's World

First Published in Visual Verse Vol 5 Chapter 11

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My fingers incessantly

plucking the strings

as they draw the blood from my soul

and plays on and on

like a long-lost symphony,

with truth lodged between my throat

as I clutch my teeth together

shredding it

Oh! so gently

I move my fecund fingertips fervently

to bring out the music of the divine

those seraphic fingers

playing the melody

moves gently

Oh! so sublime

But nothing comes out from this

choked and vapid soul

everything gets

lost in the cacophony

this voiceless din,

this succumbed uproar

I’m taking in thin strips of the air

or whatever is left of it

as my encumbered heart is

dying and rotting slowly

when the air is heavy around me

laced with thick orange tinged

doubts and accusations

dangling freely

And I know I have to hide my identity

inside this eye pleasing

ambrosial…

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