You are the sweet mist in my labyrinth
The feast of gooseberry to sweet stream
The letter from the moon to Macbeth
The taste of blueberry with a wild scream
When you sing, I dream of a starry night;
Bloom in a spring of goosebumps
I feel autumn in my sober heart
And my sorrows fall as leaves
I cry and tears make me blind
I sigh and lips hold my breath
I lose in past as a hummingbird
And take the greatest leap of faith.
My ears deliquesce in a celestial river
And ripples dance on my soul floor.
Originally published in the Modern Literature Magazine, based in Chennai,India, on 12th November 2021. Thank you so much Rajesh Subramanian.
Synopsis of Poem ‘Sonnet to SPB’ Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.” ― Kahlil Gibran When we listen to our favourite singer or music, the emotions and transformations we go through are divine and magical. I am one of the passionate fans, of singer S.P.Balasubrahmanyam. He went on creating ripples on my soul and my sonnet is born. Note: S.P.Balasubrahmanyam, popularly known worldwide as SPB, was a legendary Indian playback singer / musician with many thousands of songs to his credit.