Monday, 7 October 2013

Mounika

On a cool wintry night

I found a marigold blossoming under moon light.
It whispered in my ear

Please come close to me dear.

I saw droplets of snow on its face

And they were enhancing its grace.

Its smile was so sweet and bright

That I could never forget its sight.

When it shook its head in delight

It send thousand musical notes into my heart.
She was no ordinary marigold or so

She was a pretty princess who loved me ages ago.

I used to enjoy her playing on piano
Now if I ask she says, “No, no”.

Heard melodies are sweet
But the unheard too touch your heart.

That’s why I still hear her Raga*
And its name is Mounika (Silence)!

                                                                                         - V.V.Rao
*A raga (literally "colour, hue" but also "beauty, melody") is one of the melodic modes used in Indian classical music.


4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very Nice..

Unknown said...

Thank you, Anonymous!

Udaya said...

Wow... I didn't know that there is a hidden poet inside you.

Unknown said...

Yes, Udaya:). Sometimes that guy peeps out from inside. Like a moon behind clouds!