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
Morning rises
to meet its Creator
shining forth
with all its radiant beauty
it ascends to the skies
a dazzling angel
haloed in heavenly light
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Nothing But Wind – Singing Self – Composed by Maestro Ilayaraja
2012
Morning rises
to meet its Creator
shining forth
with all its radiant beauty
it ascends to the skies
a dazzling angel
haloed in heavenly light
2012
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Nothing But Wind – Singing Self – Composed by Maestro Ilayaraja
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
What words are there to explain
this love of rhythm that flows through me?
Relentlessly you compose
your paradise of melodies:
An unforgettable journey throughout my very soul.
i bring back you back to Life
with fragments of
seeped in resonance.
you remain ever-perfectly playing:
lost in snatches
trapped within the confines
of my reverberating mind.
May i forever hear your echoes…
mine to mangle
mine to keep
mine to deafen
the muted cries of oblivion.
As a frequent user of public transportation, there have been countless periods of waiting mercifully filled with a chance to hum/recall/marvel at the songs that have captivated me and continue to play in the recesses of my mind, coming to the forefront when I again find myself waiting…why I rely on my mind rather than mp3/ipod is because I refuse to listen to music using headphones. Lesser than 20/20 vision has made me appreciate good hearing I guess…
So that is why I am particularly thankful for the powers of memory and the indelible print that music makes in our lives:
why does it make me forget?
takes me away
while letting me stay
gently pulls
gently caresses
gently settles
in the mind
and haunts
thereafter
as i walk
nonsensical hums
make beautiful sense
as it fills my mind
a presence
plays
all within in me
eyes shut
as scales soar
tuneless tunes sound
yet
heavenly
symphonies
echo
Art begets Art…and knowing that I give thanks to one man’s genius, whose work has constantly been inspiration to countless music lovers. I too in my ardent yet amateur understanding of music continue to learn about and stand enthralled more than ever of the sheer magic of Ilayaraja…may your pieces forever colour my life and continue to be my constant companion…:
To the charmed Maestro,
who taught me what it is to
to seek sadness in harmony,
to seek solace in musical beauty,
to lose oneself completely in sound…
One of the first pieces I posted that specifically drew inspiration from Ilayaraja’s music, namely “Enna Satham Intha Neram?” (What sound is that at this time?) from the Tamil movie “Punnagai Mannan”. I having a penchant for Raja’s sad songs was caught (as it often happens) upon one song, holding me enthralled no doubt for its lyrics, its singer, its music, a tragic waltz tinged with passion and regret. The question begged what sound could that be? And my attempt to answer is what follows:
What sound is that at this time?
in a multitude of sounds
there is one sound
that makes us all worry
makes us all think
makes us all…stop…and frantically start again
it is slowly sole in aloneness to hear
yet we beg for it at times
and scold others to give it
when we have we know not what to do with it
do we bear it? do we carry it? do we ask for only a moment of its time?
all other sounds are realized
at this sound’s arrival…
all sounds are revealized…
at this sound’s departure
what is better than to quiet this sound
of
silence.
Enna Satham Intha Neram?
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