Siddharth's Music Galore
My name is Siddharth Sen.This page is dedicated to my late mother Mandakini Sen for the music she gave me.
Here is a poem of mine which I wrote in a moment of enlightenment.Don't even think of stealing it. It has already been published.It is very important to me because it marked my first step into manhood from a playful youth.
Touch Me Not
Time goes by.
Sometimes makes me cry.
And my heart rules over my existance
It's passsage makes me feel
That I'll be soon a character too composed,too articulate
Yet the flow gives me the joy of youth...
...makes me feel drunk
So drunk that my conscience
Takes a ride into a reckless road with
meandering curves
A sudden heartthrob and flow of adrenalin
The mind leaps into a rendezvous in the unseen.
The unimaginable,but yet everything seems so possible;
As if every nucleus around me is about to burst into collosal glory.
The fragrance so strong,the vision so clear.
The system seems to have reached the
'Pinnacle of exhuberance.'
The Euphoria soon dies down.
And conscience takes over conscious.
Then the delights are gathered
To be herded down a dark, monotonous tunnel.
The shoulds and should-nots takes over reasoning;
Time Demands It.
I feel like breaking the shackles of Time
and cry out aloud..
Time,don't fiddle with my life;
I refuse to satiate your demands
And succumb to your norms
Time go by, Do Not Touch Me...
Siddharth Sen