This is in response to Esther’s Weekly Word Prompt.
This week’s prompt is : Shapes
Seeds
I carry many seeds within
Seeds of my soil
Seeds of my roots
Seeds of my soul
Each seed blooms redolent with fragrance
Imbued with hues unseen, unimaginable
I at times wonder
Whether these seeds shape me
Or I endow them with shapes
Hitherto un-envisaged , undecipherable
I carry many songs within
Songs of my heart
Songs in my thoughts
Songs on my lips
They burst into harmonious symphony
Making the birds chirp
Making the wind waltz
I wonder from where do these songs arrive
From the soil of my land ?
From the roots of my birth ?
That nurtured me, nourished me
Or from my heart ?
Which carries pagan tales
Or from my soul which “marches on”
Even when I am in broken shapes
Even when I recede into silence
(The phrase “soul marches on” is taken from one of Swami Yogananda Paramhansaji’s spiritual poems.)
This picture is from my friend’s sunny verandah.
Since the poem talks of music and roots listen to this soothing Santoor recital by Late Pandit Shiv Kumar Sharma in Raga Hamsadhawni.
Pandit Shiv Kumar Sharma is a Santoor maestro of India. Santoor is the traditional instrument of Jammu and Kashmir which was introduced by Panditji for playing Indian classical music.
Raga Hamsadhwani is a beautiful Raga borrowed by Hindusthani Classical Music (North Indian tradition of music) from Carnatic Classical Music (South Indian tradition of music). Hamsadhwani means the Song of the Swan and is a happiness inducing raga. It’s one of my favourite ragas too.
A meditative poem di!
Your writing feels like a tribute to both your heritage and your own individual spark. It’s a very soulful piece. And that santoor vadan perfectly captures the essence ✨🌷
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Thank you so much Aparna.
The day starts with good vibes.
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Thoughtful poem, GC.
The questions stay in the mind long after reading.
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If a poem stays long after reading it’s a cause for rejoicing for the poet.
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Wonderful! I especially loved the lines
Songs on my lips
They burst into harmonious symphony
Making the birds chirp
Making the wind waltz
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Thank you so much for your appreciation Esther
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A lovely and profound poem Geeta.
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Thank you so much Sadje
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Always a pleasure
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💙💙💙
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Thank you so much Luisa. God bless.
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You’re more than welcome 🌹
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A beautifully reflective poem on identity and origin. The ending is especially powerful suggesting a soul that endures, creates, and “marches on” even through brokenness and silence.
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Thank you so much for that comprehensive summation of the post. Indebted.
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This is simply delightful, Geeta. I have pansies just like those on my balcony railings!
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Thank you so much Keith
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Beautifully written 🤍✨
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