The Flute Player

This is a repost of sorts. Had written this way back - before college, seems like before time. Don't know what had inspired this - but when I think of it now, various inspirations come to mind - The Solitary Reaper, Braj Ki Sandhya (one of the bestest Hindi verses I have read), The Pied Piper...


Can't write such stuff anymore, back then I used to write for myself, only my own self. There was no need for acceptance. No greed for praise and accolades. The innocence is now lost - I am myself no more.

“The Flute Player”

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The ‘fireball’ was sinking low;

And darkness swept o’er the vale;

And the villagers awaited eagerly –

Him – who makes their hearts sail.

Then was heard a distant tune –

Soft like love, Soothing like prayer –

Which grew louder every moment;

He came, at last, the Flute Player.

He walked down the hamlet lane

Playing the most lingering tunes;

A surreal aura evolved, and,

The listeners forgot their haunting pains.

A maiden slipped into the world of dreams,

Oblivious to her worldly part…

Enchanted and mesmerized she sang –

‘Oh, oh, the Flute Player of my heart!’

The young ones also took a ride

To joys of bliss as the music loomed.

He weaved magic with his flute –

And they merrily danced to his tunes.

But still with all his lust ’n charm,

The Flute Player remains all alone.

He swaps our sorrows for divine joy,

Yet, pines for something, to us, not known.

He plays his flute with burning zest,

Perhaps to make his pains flow

In tunes that fill thy heart with Joy –

Wherein may he find his secret cove.

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