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Saturday 21 April 2018

Slave to the Music: Sonnet (Letters from the soul #19)


The moon changes its face every black night
Seasons shift, whispering some old wise words;
I spot the changes in me without fight
Let go people and things just like free birds.
Music is the only thing I hold on 
Like a forlorn person who owns nothing
A melody for each night and season
Lost memories rekindle as I sing. 
Being a slave to the music gives me hope
I feel alive despite losing a lot;
Like letters stacked inside an envelope
Music makes me feel secure about my thoughts.
I can feel all the people I have loved
In the rhythm of songs, I have savored.

© Purba Chakraborty 
21.04.2018

Note: This is an English sonnet also known as Shakespearean sonnet. It is a poem consisting of 14 lines (3 quatrains and 1 couplet). Each line consists of 10 syllables. The rhyme pattern is abab cdcd efef gg. 

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12 comments:

  1. Anonymous21 April 2018 at 12:36

    It's not easy to write a sonnet, I know because I have tried. Great job. Shakespeare would be proud.
    Priya from priyreflects

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  2. Yamini MacLean21 April 2018 at 20:31

    Hari OM
    ...and you have captured a Shakespearean mood in yours, Purba! YAM xx

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  3. Seema Misra21 April 2018 at 21:15

    Mesmerizing imagery of moonlight and music. Enjoyed reading it.

    Do stop by my #AtoZChallenge post for S and share your thoughts:
    https://lonelycanopyblog.wordpress.com/2018/04/20/salam-singh-ki-haveli-a-house-of-luxury-and-decadance/

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  4. Sayanti Deb21 April 2018 at 21:24

    Wow! it's sonnet!very nice. And the poem is amazing.

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  5. Roma Gupta Sinha21 April 2018 at 21:33

    I too am a slave to music my dear, thus your sonnet is extremely relatable♥️

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  6. Shweta21 April 2018 at 21:58

    The feelings and the change so well connected with music, moon, and changing seasons. Music indeed helps relives a lot! Beautiful Purba!

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  7. Unknown22 April 2018 at 00:07

    Beautiful imagery Purba! "Lost memories rekindle as I sing". So moving!

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  8. Unknown22 April 2018 at 05:49

    Sonnets are a form I find among the most difficult to write but wonderful to read. I loved the idea of the shifting seasons whispering some old wise words.Well done!

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  9. Namratha23 April 2018 at 02:15

    I totally get it! Music rekindles our souls and jogs the memories of our hearts like none other!

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  10. Shilpa Garg23 April 2018 at 23:31

    Yet another amazing expression from you, Purba and the one which has some challenging rules. Awe-inspiring!

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  11. Medha24 April 2018 at 16:31

    Ah! Tell me about it. I am a slave to music myself. Can't agree more with you Purba. This was wonderful.

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  12. tarique ghani12 August 2018 at 10:18

    Nice & Inspiring poem

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