Music and blah blah:)

it's 4 something in the night. I slept for around two hrs and woke up exactly at 3:40 feeling hungry. It's quite justified, had missed dinner. Mom, dad, bro are sleeping. Weirdly enough bruno too is in deep slumber. May behe's dreaming too. Ate a whole musk melon and then suddenly had this urge to write something/s. firstly something to him sleeping in the room next to mine: May be I love you a lot more than I can ever say/express. May be I understand almost everything you've gone through and are going through. In fact it's not even a "may be", it IS true. Just like you, I had dreamt of living the life of a wanderer, had wished really hard that I'd explore all that there is to and would defy all norms. Just like you, I have always disliked the conventional ways or follow the crowd mentality. Just like you, the questions of whys and hows and what for have disturbed me over and over again. Just like you, I've strifed hard to find that one strong rea...

One of the very very hectic days. Didn't get the chance to sleep properly in the past 30 hours or so. some interesting things I came across during a conversation: -a process can initiate itself and doesn't need any energy/reason for that. (doubtful about it) -The sum total of universal energy is Zero. There's as much of positive energy as much there is negative. Makes sense. However the so claimed theory that the entire universe is an outcome of nothing still doesn't click. -and something that's really interesting... there're dimensions like 1.5 D and these can actually be visualized by human mind. so mysterious is this universe. and science.

Something I really really want to write about: 1. The instrumental music- how the instruments talk:) and how it inspires. 2. About the music from other lands. The songs in foreign languages with weird but lovely instruments played in them.. which makes no sense (lyrics wise) but are so heavenly to listen to:)

- have hurt the little finger of my foot. It's painful. still not sure if I should attend morning's Yoga class or not!. -chupke se playing in my head since evening. -Rahman + Gulzar is an awesome combo. and I'm trying not to think about music. R is an amazing alphabet rm, rahman, rock, royal, reverence, research, refresh, rain, rome, revolution, realistic, reverberations, rhythm, recreate, radio, radiohead, random, ramblings, rivers, red, rehna tu.. not back to music. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- fic time.. Life is packed with taming of thoughts. As he left, there was no one there, except the old Peepal tree, tiresomely lonely amid the crowds. And it was not even budging. I looked at its branches in anticipation, and it was making excuses like "Hey girl, are you out of your senses. I am a tree. I don’t know how to talk." And at times it seemed saying, "Okay, I know how to talk but you see I am a naive an...

I can play air guitar and I can play it really well. The price of the musicians, who can never be. They achieve the mastery over their instruments, telling the instruments how to act out the way they want them to. And here, we compensate for our silence, through our verses. It's not enough that we can coax our words or trick our lines into pictures.. and thus, I try hard to hear the music in my mind. I must hear it as I walk, as I talk, as I breathe. And thus, during these hot summer afternoons, I'd tune up and let my mind unhinge itself, and play all the mighty chords... Such a sweet illusion!! Happens, when I miss guitar.

On an evening like this, quiet, Soft, smooth and scarlet hanging flabbily out of the blueprints of a humdrum day of early summers Dirty as I roved in the porch watching blue herons serenading on the green branches of the Mango tree, the thought that clicked me first wasn’t of yesterday’s memories, or today’s accomplishments or tomorrow’s clear-cut charts or of the meadows full of green rain-soaked grass with heaps of moss gleaming in moonlight, or of where the stars hide in the day but of an ordinary world with ordinary things. It seemed the perfect moment to say a good-bye to this hyperbolized world and its gaudy lights and intemperate facades and to return into the lanes of a wrinkle-free world full of geese and swans. fairy tales slipping out of the pockets and memories from childhood taking form of sounds and noises, into aimless ramblings of the dreams and the magic-filled nights, which followed the motion of the stars and eavesdropped the silent whispers that the gasping earth ma...

Love has taken away all my practices and filled me with poetry I tried quietly repeating, no strength but yours, but I couldn't.. I had to clap and sing I used to be respectable and chaste and stable But who can stand in this strong wind remember those things? A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself. That is how I hold your Voice. I am scrap wood thrown in your fire and quickly reduced to smoke I saw you and became empty. This emptiness - more beautiful than existence it obliterates existence and yet when it comes, existence thrives and creates more existence!! The Sky is Blue. The world is like a blind man squatting on the road. But whosoever sees your emptiness sees beyond Blue and beyond the blind man. A great soul hides like Muhammad or Jesus, moving through the crowd in a city where no one knows him yet. To praise is to praise how one surrenders to this emptiness. To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes. Praise the ocean. What we say, a little ship So th...