
Keep him under your aegis,
‘Cause that’s where he can harmonize,.
Now his music would last for eternity.,
Benevolence ‘n sanctity he personifies..!!
Simi
#myclicks

Keep him under your aegis,
‘Cause that’s where he can harmonize,.
Now his music would last for eternity.,
Benevolence ‘n sanctity he personifies..!!
Simi
#myclicks

‘Music heals’ someone revealed to him.. since then he has been playing..!!
It’s spectacular, miraculous ‘n gratifies the soul, so he plays even while praying..!!“
Simi
Through the lens of Sujay

The soul dances to these tunes so pure, the tranquility I truly admire,
The air has a peculiar essence of bliss, calmness of moon ‘n vivacity of fire. “
Simi

They seemed to be dancing magnificently to the melodies, subtle and unknown,
Wish the creation of happiness could be so efficient too, with no reasons required to be shown. “
Simi
Through the lens of Sujay

He ascends everyday to hold his love close to his heart,
With mischievous twinkle in the eyes, he calls it his ‘Sweetheart’..
When asked, what would be his dream come true..?
” Just to play with these strings throughout my life “.. is his point of view!!
Simi


Maybe this would make the world happier..
He said, and then tried his best..
The melody made just the birds and butterflies pause..
Too perplexedly engrossed were the rest..!”
Simi

Those were the times, when the love stories were so innocent..
Simi
The gestures were blended with admirable poise.
Contrary to the loud display of sentiments like the present,
Love managed to exist, with no expectations, no ego, no noise…!!”

It’s a penumbra gently vanishing, a palette of colors or a melody charismatic and allure.
Life has a miraculous grandeur but we all interpret it our way, ’cause all it’s endeavours are obscure.
When we can’t render any extra breath to anyone or ourselves, we have no right to take it away,
It’s precious, it’s never going to rewind, you can strive as much as you may. “
Simi

“Don’t you worry I’ll ask them, what’s wrong with the mankind,
Why are they ruining it all, towards being human, why have they turned blind ? “
And the next moment the little musician picked up his guitar to question each one around,
His words lead to an awkward silence, with our insecurities we all were bound..!
Simi


It’s wrong to say, ‘those were the days’.. for you still breathe under the same sun,
Give me this stringed device I’ll show you, life is a euphony, if the war within yourself, you have won. “
Simi