I run my hand down your chest and
know I’m not touching you.
Not the part inside you.
You don’t let me feel that.
I run my hand down your chest and
know I’m not touching you.
Not the part inside you.
You don’t let me feel that.
let me reach out
and touch upon a word…
a word that lets you share
that which i feel
But fails to tell
how it scars the soul
why should you not know how it feels?
bitter tears shared have a sweetness all of their own…
and however Love may be praised
it too grows jealous
of not being felt the same by all.
A Selection of the background score to the movie “Azaghi” by Ilayaraja
2012
something strange
resides
along the edge of bizzarity
convoluted yet logical
benign yet edged with extreme
fatal lest it feels like less
at the periphery of our vision
at the horizon of our senses
what our being can only hazard to guess
capture meaning
with a thought
capture a thought
with a feeling
capture a feeling
with a heart
capture a heart
with truth
capture truth
with truth
it is real
it happens
yet there seems to be no place for it
when there are so many other tangible, physical, material things to be had.
there is no room for something that takes up no such space
do not search for it, it is not lost, just waiting to be found.
when word cannot define it but waits for the claim to label it
what need do we have of something that could be anything?
i cannot prove you have it,
i have to take your word for it
the same word that cannot define
what it is you and i cannot see
but what we feel…
let me reach out
and touch upon a word…
a word that lets you share
that which i feel
and fail to tell
how it scars the soul
every shudder trembles
as that memorable wound is touched upon
once more….
why should you not know how it feels?
to hear the morning dew whisper
to feel the pulse of loving words
to see the heavenly sound of melodies
bitter tears shared have a sweetness of their own…
and however love may be praised it too grows jealous
of not being felt the same by all.
A Selection of the background score to the movie “Azaghi” by Ilayaraja