There is a dream hidden
in the brush of a painter
to paint a masterpiece
with haste strokes of images
never seen before.
Fingers pick elusive colours
from virgin rainbow is yet
to sweep his dream.
A silent music is heard
in the layers of painting.
———-
There is a poetry hidden
in the heart of a musician.
Broken words of verses
scattered in the lyrics unsung.
It lies unattended
like an unwritten poetry
waiting to be composed as song.
Soul breathe gala of Raagas
in the layers of music.
———–
There is a desire hidden
in the centre of every stone
to come alive as statuette
through its own sculpturist
who searches his pristine stone
to carve his dream statue
to get fall in love forever.
Mritunjaya Mantra echoes
in the depth of the statuette.
———–
There is a divinity hidden
in the bud of every flower
for an eternal blooming.
Its soft petals simply uncurls
before it flaunts its beauty
before its virgin smell haunt.
It desires silently
never to be plucked ever.
There is soothing symphony
rafting over the clouds.
© Maaya Dev
Foot Notes:
Mritunjay Mantra : Great Death-Conquering hymn from Rigveda
Raga : Musical notes having different scale