The Untold Story of a Sitar 2 of 3
The Untold story of a Sitar 2 of 3
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Although
Time had not forgotten
To leave its immortal impressions
On this unique piece of hand work
Where
The winds of change
Had blown without forgetting to rub
It’s hot and cold brushes
To gradually vanish everything
Which falls
In the hands of time. 08
.
While I was trying to understand
What that name ‘Tan’
Was silently trying to tell to me-
The first meaning
That came to my mind
Was the Hindi word “Taan” or Tan
Which means
A Tune, a song, a melody,
Or a zeal and a mania
Which fills our life with the passion
To live and love.
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Then ‘Tan’ gradually turned into a color
Which make the human life
More beautiful, lovely and adorable
While adding
The layers and beauty of the Rainbow
So that we can see and watch
The varying beauty of body and moods
Through the shining beams of
Of different colors
Which makes new variations and shades
As per the thinking of the Poet and Artist.
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These colors can also be seen hidden
Like a treasure
In the amazing layers of a Rainbow
And in the Poetic lore's
Of all those great poets and writers
Whom we read and adore
As our role model. 09
It has been given
As the loftiest gift of God
To every artist and musicians
To every poet, writers and singers
Or I can say to every human
In general
Provided they use it with a pious heart. 10
Only then these colors began to show its shines
When beauty began to embrace
The arms of truth
And music comes out
In every song and poem
Soothing the hearts
Of all those
Who are in grief and sad. 11
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And later on I found
That ‘Tan’ also means God
A word which we feel
More in our heart and soul
Than to define it
Through the logics of mind
Which has inspired
The human hearts
Through unseen and unknown ages
Filling it with the joy of life
Which creates
The brightest ideas and emotions
To make our mind and soul
Feeling like singing and dancing
Overwhelmed by the beauty
And effect
Of this very name of God
Which we breathe, love and
Adore in our hearts. 12
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My thoughts were trying to tell
That Perhaps it could be
The name of a girl
Who was an exceptional musician
Who used to charm
The world of that era
When things and people
Were totally different
And life and love used to be so simple
To explore, to offer and share it
In those smaller gatherings
Where people used to meet,
To share and to sing
The joys and sorrows of their hearts
And to listen to others
While they play
A Sitar, a flute or a Piano. 13
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Or a Spanish Guitar
While singing Songs
Unlike the solitary heart of Ruth
Who used to sing?
In her own aloofness
Without anyone to hear
The cries of her heart
While wandering among the flowers and plants
And talking to them
As if they were her best soul mates. 14 ... to continue
Ravindra
Kanpur India 14th April 2016
Copyright © Ravindra K Kapoor | Year Posted 2016
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