Music

The slithering river
hitting the rocks,
wrapped in time
The loud roars of the clouds
The rain slapping the ground
and pattering on the window-panes
The yawning untamed sea-waves
A thousand birds by the lake
chirping, beating their wings,
The piercing sound of crickets
as the dusk kisses the day
The swiftly moving wind
teasing the trees
making the branches groove
to its gentle blow
The buzzing bees flitting
from flower to flower
The sighing, throbbing heart
in a trance, in love forever more—
all these, like everlasting music
live right through you,
right through me!

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Of Music and Magic

Her eyes sparked with glory and her voice could make anyone weave endless dreams. I’m talking about her. The songstress – Amber. She was simple yet sophisticated by all means. Of all the things in her life, she loved composing and singing songs. Songs kept her sane. She sang of all that she could and all that she understood. She, however, couldn’t understand one thing. It was love, she couldn’t comprehend, the kind which all her friends kept talking about. She didn’t understand it, until the day she met him.

He was the pianist who was new in town. His deep green eyes reflected the depth of the ocean. An ocean so deep you could drown in it and lose yourself to find him everywhere. And believe me when I say that he could make anyone fall in love with his enticing smile. A smile, magnetic and magical.

Every evening when he played piano in his hall, he had passersby stop and listen to his masterpiece. And one fine evening, he had a beautiful visitor awe-struck by his excellence, it was no one else but Amber. As soon as his eyes fell upon her, he knew he had never seen anyone so special. He knew it was love at first sight. Amber could sense him spectating her differently. Nervous and shy, she just smiled. She found out from one of the visitors that his name was Ethan.

Ethan, such a beautiful name, she thought to herself.

She would visit him every day and they developed a camaraderie gradually. A camaraderie of smiles and gazes. Not able to resist herself, she sang one day as he was playing. Soon they began jamming together. She would sing and he would play for hours and hours. Strangely they hadn’t exchanged a single word. But Amber realized that she was experiencing something beautiful. She was experiencing an emotion that makes you do crazy things. An emotion that makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. An emotion called love.

One day she went to Ethan and told him, “I’ve never felt so special ever before in my life. My days are now blissful and fulfilling and it’s all because of you. I want to spend the rest of my life singing for you and feeling the warmth of your arms. Ethan, I love you.”

Upon hearing this, Ethan went up the stairs and locked himself in the room. Until midnight, Amber kept knocking on the door but Ethan didn’t respond. Consumed by despair, she went home in tears and kept crying all night. The next morning, she had someone knock on her door. She saw a man standing there with a letter. It read:

“I am sorry Amber. Yesterday, when you confessed your love, I was the happiest person on the earth. But I will never be able to tell you that.

Because God hasn’t blessed with a voice like yours. In fact, he hasn’t blessed me with a voice at all.

Now would you want to spend your life with a man who will never be able to you tell that he loves you to death and beyond?”

As soon as Amber read this she ran to Ethan in tears of joy. She told him, “You don’t need to tell me that you love me. I can read it in your eyes.”

Ethan smiled.

Their eyes met yet again and she collided unto him like comets collide, to break into each other.

They kissed until the dusk.

My shades

I want to ask the creator,
the Lord Supreme:
Why have my shades worn away?
Why do I feel so timeless and truth-less?
Why am I so unreceptive of things around?
Why are circumstances intent on bringing me down?
Why does my voice quiver when I sing the song of life?
Why are my thoughts decaying like old shriveled leaves?
Why is my strength gradually turning into a cloud of vapor?
Why am I so patternless, dimensionless?
Why do I feel stripped bare of hope?
Why are my shades no longer vibrant,
Orange, Blue, and Green?

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