Nothingness


With a bow in his hand,
He moved from the meadowland;
Barefooted my steps followed,
In some distance a melody echoed.

The sun, the shadow, wild flowers,
The stream, butterflies and bowers;
The echoes called and I followed:
Its a Violinist, well foreshadowed.

Near a tree thus I reached;
On his violin the bow was arched.
Perpetually an artist’s inspiration;
He has to be the poet’s ambition.

“If you come, come by twilight
On a condition of eternal delight,
For ever and ever you are scribed.”
This is what the melody described.

~Mehak Dhaar


Related Articles

Phantom Thoughts

LATEST POSTS

54 DAYS
Posted in: Stories

By Vaidehi Sharma   It has been fifty four days since I saw you, and just in case you think that I have forgotten the formation of your face, then you are wrong. If you think that I haven’t even tried that, you’re wrong again. You should have warned me that it’s our last meeting, […]

Read More

ABOUT US

Phantom Thoughts is an e-magazine which unlocks access to the world of never seen literature and art from the young and fine artists around the globe. Phantom Thoughts provides uninterrupted platform to all the writers and artists by showcasing their talent in its magazine.