The nights that pass…

For it’s the night that’s dark and mysterious

Sometimes lit up by the moon and stars

To show some truths not known before

For in the nights that you rise to shine

The nights that we fall rotting away

The lover’s mate, the loner’s foe

For sleep you brought once long ago

And now the senses you awake

Toiling away in your cradle every moment

At the tables, on the dance-floors or somewhere private

The fear of the primitive now the courage of the bold

The TV sets you light up for the people to survive

The daily soaps, sitcoms, reality and more addiction to live

But the day you show ain’t that a day

For the sun comes up to dwarf all brightness

The kings of the nights and the nocturnus

Worship for your being and your longevity

The nights that we pass be the days we live

For now it is the nights that breathe and survive.

MUSIC AND LIFE

    Well hardly anyone in this world, human of course, cannot deny to have not been affected by music. Someway or the other it forms a part of our life right from our genesis to our nemesis. Tastes change, styles are invented and very moment newer inspirations of music flood his world. From the tribal beats, to the rock and roll, from the pop to the techno, from country to rap and every other day a new genre is born.

    Aldous Huxley said,” After silence that which comes nearest to expressing  the inexpressible is music”. The other day I was at a Indian Classical Music concert and the exponents were playing in groups and doing the jugalbandis( a jugalbandi is usually a sporting fight among the musicians to reproduce each other notes in their own instruments or voice) and it was amazing, the sounds of the table made to be come out in such a pitch that it almost sounded as the flute.

     At a silent place or sometime walking around all you notice is a soft tune which you would love to listen, the booming music to set yourself dancing, some softer tones still to sleep and some hip hop to walk around. How beautiful were those days when the lullabies for us to listen to and fall asleep in our parents arms or in our cribs. Just keep your tabs on and for every feeling you will have a piece of music. 

Tell me too your encounters with music. Goodbye.