Music

As the clock is about to strike 5 am

I am still pondering on what to write about 

There are so many thoughts and topics jumbling up in my mind 

They are eagerly waiting for their chance to be released from the prison 

Having been imprisoned for far too long 

They ask me in a soft voice 

How much longer? 

I assured them not very long 

Then I felt the melodious sound wave hitting my soul 

It was coming from the guitar strings of Jimi Hendrix on my speaker 

And then I instantly decided 

Music it is your turn to go first

It asked me hesitatingly, what should I say

I smiled and said, just tell them that

You are the water for a thirsty mind

You are the physician for a wounded soul

You are the mirror to one's inner self

You are the language not of words but emotions

Which when spoken opens up

Even the tightly shut heart

I said, I don't know about God

But you are indeed omnipresent

In the babbling of a brook

In the chirping of birds

In the dripping of rain

In the thunder of lightning flash

In the stillness of night

In the cry of a baby

You don't discriminate among your followers

You don't care about their gender, race, caste, religion and wealth

You are the harbinger of peace in this chaotic world

You give hopes to the downtrodden

You are the shining beacon among darkness

You give reason to the human existence

If I need to follow a religion, I will follow you

Without you life would definitely be a huge mistake