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The Violinist....

Poetry By: GuiltyPleasure

My all time favourite "the violinist"... it is a repost, written somewhere around May 2009.. so you might have read it earlier too. The link to my darker poems is given at the end, if anybody is interested... though i am not proud of them, these days i am calm like the Buddha...

Submitted:May 29, 2012    Reads: 136    Comments: 55    Likes: 17   

The Violinist

He touches me,

An ache runs across my being

I feel him at an ethereal level

When he transfigures his soul

Into strains of divine music

The music that passes through me

Its each note is ecstasy

I lie inert, my each atom vibrates

At this very moment, he leaves me alone

Alive yet insensate, in another insistent wait.


So here I am:

Beloved and ignored, visible yet invisible

Fused yet apart, apart yet inseparable

Ahhh! I am love's total surrender

Dead and alive at his command

He is my enigma, the light of my heart

I am his little secret, the jewel of his arm

Lying end to end, from shoulder to wrist

I am his violin.... he is my violinist.



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