Sankha’s verses at DifferentTruths.com pulse with music’s divine rhythm, strumming veins and hearts toward eternal harmony.
Strains of music marching through my veins...
Give me a note, give me a tune…
Beating my cadence, jumping through the staccato hills…
Coherence of my musical union falls deep in the sea of combo ….
When can I strum through the chords of a cittern?
When can I play my augmented triad?
Natural chords instigating my fingers, as ...
My musical appetite reaches the Harmony of Spheres...
Wonder, where did the first note come from?
Was it always there? Will it always last?
If Music be the language of the Gods,
let my heart desire to fuse with the abiding Divinity…
Ever may I breathe in music long after I perish…
Jingling through the perennial river of melody…
The acoustics of the sacred fire burn the symphony of my heart....
Succumbing, at last, to the allure and ardour of this perdurable art!
Picture design by Anumita Roy





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