Beautiful classical music

Music so deep and pure
It engulfs your identity

You sit, transfixed
As the haunting melody
Takes you into realms unknown
Where the seeds of mankind
Where once sown

The deep thrumming vibrations of sitar
The jiggling waltzes of Strauss
As I read of Coulomb’s law
And the theorem of Gauss

The incarnate infinity
Mozart’s musical divinity
Chinese stirring strings
Lutes and flutes
Sweet trills and rings

The plucked chords of Chopin
The emotions struck by Beethoven
The power of sitar, sarod
The power of song, of ode

O classical infinite
Emotion eternal
Sweet secrets shown to me
How I’d love to see
These magicians in front of me
Weaving spells of ecstasy

Shades of Grey

As our day fades into oblivion,
as we shake the silent tears out of our eyes
we feel the world's all evil, all black
darkness engulfs our identity
we relapse into dark silence.

and as the first rays of light playfully creep through the leaves
as the morning dew settles on the long eyelashes of the green boughs,
we smile, content, happy with the fair morn, and absence of darkness
our life doesn't seem a dreary mess.

But as the day wears on,
the shining white to the deadly dark
All is not painfully stark
it fuses, conceals itself in the shades of Grey.
and we kneel to pray
For deliverance, to be freed of sins not committed

Have hope
The shades of Grey, vast, unassuming
silent, loving, consuming.
it echoes us
The good and the bad no longer exist
It's one blissful reality
Lighter shades of my life,
Darker shades of my own.
How cold has this world grown.
Goodbye, silent dread
In shades of Grey
Scrounging a piece of bread.
Goodbye shining light
Protecting sometimes from death dealing fright.
Fare thee well, friends
Farewell ....

Wisp of Thought

See that leaf curled up there
Snuggling against the sunlight
As the first rays of dawn caress its face
As the wind blows fast, inciting fright
As the pretty flower emanates pure, pure delight

See those winds, playfully tossing things about
See the gentle, smiling smile
Can you hear the small birds shout?
The beautiful trill, for a while

Think deeper, look into life
At the green grass swinging
Swaying to unchanted, enchanted tones

And everything has a fresh tinge
On the mossy doorstep, a hinge

Darkness may creep with black talons
But what is the dark
Except absence of light?
So smile in pure, blissful delight

Let the colours bloom
Let them conquer the gloom
And look with a cheeky, cheerful face
At man’s lonely doom

Shadows

Dancing shadows, softly giggling
Now stiff, now wriggling
Creations of the hand of fate
Stuck at the edge, the gate

Uncertain of being,
Servants of the dark
Liberated by light....
To oblivion

Again entrapped in the endless cycle
I wonder, when I see them,
The dancing shadows

How can they be so free?
When bound to a life
Seeing its joys, struggle, strife

Tearful, crying shadows
Silent – as the grave

Shards of Light

Shards of light
Broken, disarrayed
Colourful, dismayed
Lonely, because they stayed

Aeons of wisdom
In the glimmering bowl of mankind
Years of havoc
As the civilizations declined

9 to 5, politics, office
The old, modern, staid, archaic
A smiling countenance lost in nowhere
Assassins of the dark who sit and glare

Teenage angst lost to gentleness
Corridors that alight are dark no less


Sudden storms with violent winds
Supernovas exploding, white dwarfs gulped down
A universe of destruction, havoc
And then silence

The eerie silence just before explosion
The calm within, as comes implosion

A moment less,
A moment more
A smile, and chaos as before
A lonely shadow, a deep white light

And flying by
Shards of light
Broken, disarrayed
Colourful, dismayed

Tender

The soft underbelly
Of a pink tipped white fleur
The soft strains of a Spanish guitar
Haunting muse of the void

A smile, gentle
Like a fragment of thought
Sparkling eye that memories wrought

Slowly and carefully
A soft blink of the lashes
Like boughs swaying to unheard tunes
A face unknown, unseen
A lie just thought, unclean

The void is within and I am the void
I am the abyss, the eternal, the none
I am the sludge of grey life
A quagmire of uncertainty, pain

Best alone, perhaps
For the good of humankind
That the soft underbelly of the flower
My gentle hands never find

Goodbye

6 December 2008 2:25 A.M. Mumbai
Sitting with an aching back at 2 in the night
I suddenly felt like a stranger again
In the lonely twilight
At a station, as strangers brush past
Without a glance, or concern in their eye

I suddenly felt the gap
That has opened up again
Again my dead veins pulse
To the grim, chaotic strain

I loved to ask questions
No longer do I want the answer
The stillness spreads like paralysis
Or a silent pain, a cancer

It seizes my soul again
The call returns from the abyss
Alone again am I
A painful, bittersweet bliss