Some days I play a violin

resting it on shoulders, 

just like responsibilities,

the violin bow are the efforts,

that glide onto it, creating a sound, 

that satisfies me, that I try,

unbothered of being it

a sound that soothes a soul, or rips one apart,

As I am neither the master of strings,

nor everyone's cup of tea.

Some days I play a guitar,

plucking the strings, 

catching up to the pauses as well,

putting up the capo, on the feelings,

holding them up, from being too dwelled,

despite of all majors and minors,

tuning to what matches my state ‘then’,

being anger, fear or sheer joy,

or else all of it, resonating within.

Some days a mandolin, 

just reverberating curiosity,

seeking solitude amidst the chaos, 

but also dying in search of melancholy,

where contentment lies in sorrow,

and still one wants to be a happy fool.

Life is beautiful, like the music, we just need to know the dance steps of its tunes, the music maybe rough sometimes, but our dance( perception) is happy or sad, is the thing that determines, whether we walk on the flowery path or the ones with the thorns.

So I connected the everyday life to the beauty of music, that is a healer to all of us in some ways or the other.In the times where everything is falling apart, music connects us all, at heart.

Just think it this way, and it would be so much easier to be the string master yourself, you are happy sad, miserable , joyous, jealous or content, just because of the inner you, your instrument are your thoughts that if you play good(positive) you go miles, and somewhere at heart we all know, who we are and what can be a better version of ourselves.

Sometimes the strings are stretched too much, sometimes they are too lose, one can't play the soothing sound until its balanced just right,just what's required for a happy, smooth and peaceful life, a balanced mindset, a balanced view and non impulsive approach to the things we miss out, the small things that matter throughout the day, making our day a productive one or making us go south with dissatisfaction before sleep, so you decide, you wan't to dance to melancholies or cry of the pauses that life takes in between, the sorrow pauses.

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Wrote the poem a while ago, hope its worth your read if you are reading this, Thank you.

Happy Reading :)

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-mahi.recites