Tunes from a Broken Flute!

I was a mere twig hung far above the solid brown,

Lost in my own dreary world of pointless frown;

I swung wildly with the breeze of worldly thoughts…

Binding myself in an inexplicable bundle of complex knots.

On an unforgettable  chilly winter dawn,

Layered by tyrant ice from base to awn;

I was soothed into reality with a warm stroke of ray…

Clearing my ice and eyes, I saw a bright hand lifting all grey.

Snap!…I fell in His lap with a crackle…

It was a gush of joy which I could not tackle;

He called himself my Master…

Tucking me tightly into His zoster.

With tender hands did He carve me…

While I lay all the while oblivious and dreamy;

All was done and He looked at me with a contented face…

Drawing me near to breathe fresh life…my heart began to race.

Out came lilting tunes, flowing from nowhere…

Filing the hearts all around with a distinct flair;

It was a soulful feeling while the tune was in play…

Soon it ended and I was put on display.

Hung on the wall of hope, i awaited my chance…

Until I fell into a alluring worldly trance;

All that is left in my mind was the fall from the upper echelon…

When I opened my eyes, I was broken and it is gone.

Here I am… Oh! Master, waiting to be picked up…

To be mended, forgiving my slip-up;

Chasing the wordily mirages, I did lose my route…

Listen to me my Lord!…though they are tunes from a broken flute!

Why i smile...

When the pearly full moon shines on the backdrop of twilight skies,

I see your beautiful face and realize that you are my unique prize;

Fluttering your eyes like the wings of butterfly, why i smile you ask,

An answer for which Oh! dear, i can never unmask.

When the ways of fate leave you stranded on roads,

And i realize an opportunity for me to share your loads;

With a twinkle in the eye, why i smile you ask,

An answer for which Oh! dear, i can never unmask.

When the winds of opportunity blow close on me from above,

And just when i think i can hold on to you, my love;

Gliding away like the weightless feather, why i smile you ask,

An answer for which Oh! dear, i can never unmask.

When the clouds of joyful monsoon bring us together,

And all that exists melts and there is none to bother;

lying in my arms and dancing in my heart, why i smile you ask,

An answer for which Oh! dear, i can never unmask.

i smile...with you...all the while... :)