Surbahar

Surbahar plays heart out to nothing
Stepping out past step or notion
Life is best lived remotely – that childhood
Observing only (sentiment sealing (sophisticated security))
Listen it’s quite blue after a hundred notes and silent after a thousand?
It’s the blankness of your eyes aajkal
Akin to modern masters, their vacant canvas or patternless jazz
Shows over, airtight silence hums under, dark sky over
The way wind interrogates through unsemantic beauty.
Questions ambrose
posing at punctuations of our years and centuries for all to relish
or suffer therein