Strange was their connection,
In distance too, evoked madly, were their passions.
He played the piano, but couldn’t hear a thing,
She danced away to his tunes, without any vision.
Impaired, yet, they lost themselves in their art,
Be it morning hours or even nocturnal.
He, in his palatial high-rise;
she, by the road-side…
They had never met, but,
there was no boundary to the tunes,
Wafted which, into the grounds
beyond his compound…
Since long, they had been playing a strange chemistry,
Unaware of the other, yet, so much in symmetry!
Only the heavens could’ve prophesied such an omen,
Truly, made for each other, unique union!
Copyright 2016 © Nandini Deka
... proving the connections that exist without us ever realizing they are there, right before us.
ReplyDeleteThought-provoking. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteA lovely story. This is exactly why I play with the windows open. You just never know... haha
ReplyDeleteMusic connections, it is beautiful. It reminds me of the movie 'August Rush.'Music is powerful.
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