Beethoven’s “Moonlight sonata”, a name coined by German music critic Ludwig Rellstab after Beethoven’s death, is one of the most widely known classical music pieces, and has been since it was composed some 200 years ago.
It is said that Beethoven was inspired to write the sonata while visiting Lake Balaton, located in Hungary.
An FB friend Susan Marie presented to me this above pic. And it was really hard to choose which color should I be. Once again my imagination started to run wild and high. And the result were the following words….
Which color am I?
Oh! If I was color red
I would be a rose
Or even a valentine heart
that lives so close
to every loving heart.
Or maybe a coral
Standing in oceans deep
Eversince life took a leap.
Maybe I was green
So live and so living
so refreshing, so giving
Like a new leaf of spring.
Or innocent grasshoppers
That never ever sting.
What if I was a blue
With all it’s shades and hues
So vast as the sky
where birds of imagination fly
So wild and so high.
Or even a sapphire in a ring
Seeing who’s beauty, all would sigh!
I think I would be an orange.
So ‘hot’ and bright
Like the rays of sunlight.
Key to ‘life’ that holds
Or maybe a garland of marigold
With flowers fresh and pure
Making God’s haute couture.
And if I was a yellow
Of the tiny, soft , cuddly chick
Chi chiing, with dozen other fellows.
Or maybe a Topaz stone that sticks
Into a ring, with it’s beauty revealed.
I could even be an endless mustard field.
Wow! I sure should be purple
And violets being my grandeur and glory
With poets wishing to tell my splendid story
Or maybe I was from the Amethyst stock
With other jealous gems turning into a rock.
And I could even be a purple Iris flower
Standing high in a pot, like a proud star.
Yes I think I should be a rainbow
Made up of colors all ‘the noble seven’.
Colors lined up so immaculately in a row.
Stretching from horizon upto the Heaven
And then they all so neatly, mix within me
Standing for PEACE, they turn into a white
Bundled together, as UNITED they would be.
Erasing all the differences, great or slight.
P.S. Thank you again Sue for inciting me to write this 
I seriously think
we should develop
a bomb from crayons
moulded into smiles
as our next weapon-
of mass ‘construction’.
A color bomb,
a beauty bomb.
Launched from -
- a happiness jet
-or a unity tank.
as a peace missile.
And every time
a crisis developed,
we would drop one.
It would explode
high in the air
- explode softly
- and send hundreds
or thousands,
even millions,
of parachutes upside down
Raining down on earth
with splashes of curvy
smiles, smiles, smiles
rioting into the air.
And we wouldn’t go cheap,
- not little boxes of eight.
Boxes of sixty-four,
maybe hundreds
even millions
of colors colors colors
to smudge the smiley curves
With silver and gold and copper,
magenta and peach and lime,
amber and umber and all the rest,
just colors of love, love, love
Covering the world with
stunning colourful smiles.
And people would cheer
laugh, giggle and go hysterical.
Get funny look on faces
the teary eyes shall twinkle.
Hopes embedded in the dimples,
Peace sparkling from their teeth
And all one can have
as far as eyes can see
Is bliss, bliss, bliss.
And in the background
there’ll be orchestra
playing the symphony
of peace and harmony
The musical notes
wrecking havoc
spilling magic in the air.
The beamy smiles,
rocking with gleamy colors’
With hands in hands,
they dance, dance, dance
in ecstasy insane.
Until the dawn of ‘sanity’
awakens this asinine,
‘sleeping’ mankind.
( Inspired by colors & smiles stolen from Holi, & from a quote by Robert Fulghum, with some words taken from it).
“The mountains, rivers, earth, grasses, trees, and forests are always emanating a subtle, precious light, day and night, always emanating a subtle, precious sound, demonstrating and expounding to all people the unsurpassed ultimate truth”
“I sometimes think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability”.
~Oscar Wilde
“There is a sufficiency in the world for man’s need but not for man’s greed.”
~Mohandas Gandhi
“The care of the Earth is our most ancient and most worthy, and after all our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it and to foster its renewal is our only hope.”
~Wendell Berry
