caesura

it’s repetitive yes

rhythmic and thrumming

undulatingly slow

or thumpingly fast

and muted

yes

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

when it

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

or worse

silence.

solemn busker

Solemn busker
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
Though badly
Do you ever escape into an imagined embrace
Of course you would
For I should never admit
That I do.

Morning

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

Nothing But Wind – Singing Self – Composed by Maestro Ilayaraja

http://shakthi.fm/ta/player/play/sde278c64

touch upon a word

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

Paradise of Melodies

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.

Symphony of the mind…

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