While his Sitar

Did they put off the light now
the room where the maestro played
the sitar lies on the wooden surface
absolute silence prevails in darkness
even in silence his magic wand
plays the dhun and chants Mangalam
like his name his spirit dazzles
in heaven and beyond
God must be only too glad.

All roads lead to where you are

A strong wind blew,
Tossed, flipped and turned me twisted,
Like a hurricane or tornedo.
A fallen yellow hued leaf I turned into.
Weightless and lost, I went,
To the forest, deep and green.
Suddenly I turned back, saw you.
Smiling at me you came forward.
I ran for my life, scared.

Started running.
I was fighting the wind again.
It now blows like a crazy fierceful volcano.
I melted in the heat like, iron turns into liquid.
A sea it was, deep and blue.
I was thrown on the shore
I lifted up myself and I saw you.
I ran for my life, scared

The wind wouldn’t leave me alone.
After a long while,
I reached on the mountain peak,
Quiet, serene and cold.
High up almost closer to the sky
Deep, brown and bleak
My heart again missed a beat seeing you.

I stopped running.
I knew there is nothing,
That I could do.
It is fate I must bare.
All roads lead
To where you are.