Mora means rhythm. Mora means poetry.
(Inspired by Anoushka
Shankar’s rendering of classical Indian raga named Jog)
Sitar strings surrender to fingers
Fellow instruments orchestrate
Melding tradition and now
Stillness overpowers the mind
As the descant resound
Pounding to reconcile with the Mridangam
The lone commotion is that of the heart
Drifting miles to meet mora
Eyelids do not part
Chuckles dance on lips
Corner of the eye a loitering tear
White stone flicker when her nose scrunches
As he plays it by the ear
Mora, before now exists
Mora, is not bound
Mora, can only be discovered
When one touches the walls that bleed sound
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