Ananta Madhavan


All My Life, A Song - Poem by Ananta Madhavan

All my life I have longed
To tune the woods and sing
A song of joy,
To know the instrument of self
And hearken to the deepest cave

The deepest core
Where speaks a voice;
No word it speaks, but listening,
I hear a sound
That stars might make in turning.


Comments about All My Life, A Song by Ananta Madhavan

  • Gold Star - 30,755 Points Valsa George (6/3/2015 8:52:00 AM)

    I got captivated by the title of the poem! Idon't know what deep currents of meaning it embodies! Music springs from within and it hides within the innermost core of one's self. In perfect silence with no disturbance to shatter the silence, we can hear it. It is as inaudible as the music of the stars......! Your longing to know the instrument of self is the noblest longing! Only the workman who knows his tools can put them to their best use! (Report) Reply

    Veteran Poet - 1,692 Points A. Madhavan (6/4/2015 9:23:00 PM)

    So pleased you caught the mood. I think a modern composer, John Cage, valued silence as
    a musical interlude. I seldom recapture the Song, but luckily it is not 'a brain-worm' like a
    jingle or a reversal tune of a fancy car. AM

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 13, 2014



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