it’s repetitive yes
rhythmic and thrumming
or thumpingly fast
but i dont seem to care anyhow
i can only convince you
of what you want to believe
life is a timed waltz
yet you’ll never know
meets its defeat
that elusive beat
that keeps thudding on
one day for some reason or other
decides it’s out of tune
or too played out too
and never wants to hear its music again
leaving you in disharmony
beat, caesura, end, life, melody, music, rhythm, silence, time, waltz
Will you ever be nearer to me
Than you are with your wistful violin?
How else could you ever dare?
How else could I ever bare?
How else could this be?
Do not act as if it is only I who deceive.
It is only music after all
Played better by hands less grimely-worn than yours
Yet to rest a finger upon the violin’s rest….
Am I as agitating as the poverty that demeans you before me?
Do you ever hope that the thrown coins
fall from a closely distance?
that my smile is not only for your tune?
I know you play “Ave Maria”
Only for me
Do you ever escape into an imagined embrace
Of course you would
For I should never admit
That I do.
busker, busking, contempt, deception, denial, desire, music, poem, poetry, truth, vanity, wealth
a day winds down
welcoming the sun’s slumber
with beckoning arms
day's end, inspiration, inspired, instrumental, music, peace, poem, poetry, rest, slumber, sunset, tranquility
to meet its Creator
with all its radiant beauty
it ascends to the skies
a dazzling angel
haloed in heavenly light
Nothing But Wind – Singing Self – Composed by Maestro Ilayaraja
Anew, Music, Pieces
anew, breathtaking, day, daylight, heavens, ilayaraja, inspiration, morning, music, new day, poem, poetry, star, sunrise
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
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
Ago, Music, Pieces, Renewed
bittersweet, emotion, feeling, ilayaraja, love, memory, music, nature, poem, poetry, power, sense, share, word, wound
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.
Ago, Music, Pieces, Renewed
ilayaraja, maestro, melody, music, poem, poetry, praise, wonder
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
in the mind
as i walk
make beautiful sense
as it fills my mind
all within in me
as scales soar
tuneless tunes sound