Your ''a few words'' are enough for me
,
they are just simple rays of light passing
thru me, the prism, come out as 7 colors
penetrating me, the cloud,
appear as rainbow
ringing in my ears , the bell,
hum the omkar entering in me,
the kaleidoscope, produce countless
patterns going deep within me, a cave, make me echo back cajoling me,
the veena, makes me to flow in ragas they
stir my silence, make me to thunder
they turn my exuberant verbose into
dumbness"
"The rays lighten me, a room,
shows all the hidden treasure
cleanse all the accumulated debris and
dirt
and expose all my good and bad make me
bare my heart and mind"
"No veena wants to be resting in
silencebut waits for gentle cajole from a master vynik’s presence to make it
sing, dance, with nonchalance it says let us fly and enjoy, come, why wait for
wings to come,you are my wings no wait any more in the wings for things and
zings"
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