I build a fairyland of hopes,
On paper and in my heart,
In my wandering thoughts,
And on the sandy shores of time.
I decorate them with images,
Images of memories & desires,
Hanging with glistening threads of hope.
Each time I build them,
A wave rises and ruins my fairyland.
But I hold unto a single thread,
The glistening thread of hope,
Which I always spread,
Before you, and before things unknown…

Epilogue

Every evening when You come unto me,
with a warm embrace of divine music,
the moon hides itself behind a curtain of clouds,
shying away to watch..
Myself, my fairyland, my hopes,
my desires & glistening threads,
all uniting,
with You & the Unknown...
to become,
One.

Barkha Rithu, a Santoor concert by the famous Pt.Shiv kumar Sharma, left me completely entranced, bring me more close to the instrument which had been my favourite.
My experience