What if…Repeat Mode?
This heart sure has its reasons to live,
To live, to love, and then to survive,
Amidst elation, breakups, deep gorges and high tides,
And as the reel runs,
The music that flows,
Melodies of trance,
Of manic and depressive mode,
The flute plays all through,
Sometimes too invisible to hear,
And just when the vibes comes closer,
The songs play on a repeat mode!
The songs of the past forlorn,
Of that never meant to happen,
But that which eventually does,
The song too close to the heart,
It plays and aches and plays again,
And just when it plays on a different scale,
The pianist, insecure, changes her sail,
Onto a different route,
Not too distant from where it meant,
A li’l near to feel secure,
But the past song plays aloud hidden…..
Aakriti
