Monday, 4 November 2019

The UPLIFT

Music poured into the empty silence of the hall,
Feet drummed the floor as the window shut gently to the flute of breeze,
Pigeon flights criss crossed as excited spectators,
I stood with a beating heart that just pulsated alongwith the orchestra.
My hair trapezed to the hold of the wind,
Not before a little ago when it just slept with the silence.
Is this an unseen embrace
or just my soul's uplift gravitated by the wink of music?
Pulling everything closer insanely
Drugged am I and so can you be
Yet move in such dizzy but alluring grace
Dripping down ecstasy and drowning in all at once. 

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