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A question was asked to me by a Yahoo Music lover, ‘where lies the future of music?’
My answer is here in the form a Poem.
Where lies the future of music?
The future of Music lies in the mind and heart of the people of this earth,
The future of Music lies in the mind and heart of the people of this earth,
So long as the Nature is there with all its beauty and charms, and
Love exists with all its loveliness of youth, joys and warmth’s, and
The longings of heart and cries for love are there and
The agonies of life and pains capture everyone.
So long as there are chattering of birds and singing of Koyal,*and
The sound of music flows in every particle of nature,
Music will continue to enchant everyone and
It would flourish to exist on earth forever.
So long as, we can hear the laughing of a child and
A mother sings a lullaby for its hearts dearest smile, and
So long as Poetry and Love would flow in our heart and soul,
Music will continue to exist in many forms and shapes,
Irrespective of languages, regions, places, instruments and songs.
However only that Music will exist,
Which would touch and move the heart and soul of its listeners, and
Of those who cannot live without Music anymore.
In what shape it would bloom in future?
Would be decided by the new crop of listeners,
It may leave its old appearances to take a rebirth,
Like a the human soul, which is permanent and only,
Keep changing the body, as we change our old clothes,
And wears a new, when the old one is torn and exhausted.
Change and the Music are the only things permanent in this universe,
Having God's blessing the Music would exists always,
But it would keep changing
Its instruments, voices, melodies and effects.
New songs would come and new poets and singers would allure our hearts
New instruments would replace the melodies,
Which charms to day and rule our body mind and hearts.
The only thing which is certain and permanent forever and for ever
The Music will continue to exist, until the end of civilization and earth.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 8th Oct 2010
*Koyal A melody singing bird of India like a nightingale
Isolated by a quietly devouring madness she sits,
Curled into a foetal huddle in the wreckage of an unmade bed
Her knees jacked up to her chin, her eyes shut - translucent battened hatches
Her lips parted, childish, hinting at wistful vulnerability,
And the silent hope that her soul might be set free, and escape through
The tiny gap between...
...those gentle rosebud lips
In her ears, nestled like white plastic pearls in the swirling shell of her lobes,
Sit the miniscule microphones, blasting escapism and beauty
Into the desperate crevices of her heart – each soaring note a fresh
Droplet of water to soothe the drought that erodes her soul, day by day...
Music, her intangible solace, the swansong to her raven, the reason for every
Reluctant breath that scrapes down her tired throat
Without it she would be dead
The music is her closest friend, each song a vibrant ballad for her broken heart –
It serves as a tangled cacophonous balm to soothe the sharpness of the remaining
Serrated edges,
It smoothes out the crinkles in her soul, which resembles the dry concertinaed muddle of
A snake’s rejected skin, transparent and crumbling at the ends
Music sets her soul on fire, pulls her back from the dizzy brink
The singers’ voices rumbling and snarling in her mind, tigers in a gladiator’s ring, they wage
bloody war
against the demons that prowl the dim-lit corridors of the waif’s subconscious…
…they protect her from the gloom…
Now, as the fading beats draw to a close, she opens her eyes, the lashes fluttering
Like sooty butterfly wings,
She stretches, drags her unwilling mind back from the frosted northern heights it fled to,
She focuses her whimsical eyes, still damp with tears of yearning
And reaching up with reluctant hands she removes the silent earphones and lays them to rest
beside her bedside…
…to await the new challenges of
tomorrow.
It might look convincing
But I just don’t feel it anymore
When people talk about it
I don’t feel it anymore
The rhythmic blows don’t hit home
The sounds are all spent
Just hollow, the refrain
It doesn’t mean a thing
I don’t think it ever did
The beating of your heart
Is not a conduit anymore
It’s like walking a labyrinth
Wall to wall
On a path to nowhere
'Cause this heart don’t beat,
This heart don’t beat,
This heart don’t beat for you anymore
You don’t need to feel it
‘Cause it’s written all o’er my face
It’s not like I planned it
It’s just the way things ended
Hearts can’t be dictated
I’m sorry if this hurts
But I can’t play this role no more
I’m sorry if I’m breaking your heart
The beating of your heart
Is not a conduit anymore
It’s like walking a labyrinth
From wall to wall
On a path to nowhere
‘Cause this heart don’t beat,
This heart don’t beat,
This heart don’t beat for you anymore
Saying I don’t feel it
Boils down to conviction
The moving signs are everywhere
It’s clear like daylight
My heart refuses to beat for you
The beating of your heart
Is not a conduit anymore
It’s like walking a labyrinth
From wall to wall
On a path to nowhere
‘Cause this heart don’t beat,
This heart don’t beat,
This heart don’t beat for you anymore
*THIS TRAIN DON’T STOP THERE ANYMORE BY ELTON JOHN*
Contest: Dear John
Placed: 7th
© All Rights Reserved
Elvis Aron Presley was from the period of time,
of the coolest with slicked back black hair,
and he could shake those legs at singin' time...
Yea! the people loved him everywhere,
He'd curl that lip, let his back-bone slip,
and make the girls scream out loud, real wild!
He'd shake his hips, twist 'n' dip,
in rhythm he'd croon the croud,
No matter where he'd go, nearly every heart he'd seize,
and Elvis stole the show, even in his movies,
Yea! Elvis stole the show, everywhere he'd go,
and Elvis is still the King of good ol' rock and roll!
We'll always love his blues, rock 'n' roll too,
the ol' time hits the radio still plays,
His blue suede shoes and other awesome tunes,
matched his charismatic ways,
He'd shake his hips, twist 'n' dip,
in rhythm he'd croon the crowd,
he'd curl that lip, let his backbone slip,
and make the girls screams out loud, real wild,
No other voice could sing, yes, I'll have you know,
like Elvis.....the king, of good ol' rock and roll!
Yea! Elvis stole the show, and my heart and soul,
and Elvis is still the king....of good ol' rock and roll!!!!
Those rhinestone suits, flashy shoes and boots,
Go cat, go cat, go-o-o-o-o-o!
When One Sing a Song or Dance
When one sing a Song, play a Music or Dance, or
Make a painting on a Canvas or sculpture on a rock,
A Poem on the walls of its mind and heart,
Your soul blooms in the ecstasy of divine Music,
Your heart feels to spread its wings, beyond every wall.
Like the Dancing Peacock in full swings and thrills,
You began to feel like dancing, on the rhythms of your heart.
One must give a chance to its heart and soul,
To enjoy the blessings of Musical lore’s,
The creations of an artist, or a Musician, who writes,
On the sands of time or on the walls of everyone’s heart.
As these would always remain,
Your creations beyond time and stars and
May always shine, like the most precious and rare gifts after God.
Listen the Music hidden in the steps of a dance, or
Feel the brush making a painting, on your mind and heart, or
Feel the strings of Music, making your soul to thrill and dance.
Feel these divine beauties or else, one day,
You may find, your talents were nipped in the buds,
By your own stubborn mind or heart.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 24th Jan. 2011
You think you’re innocent
I see it in your face
The arrogance of self belief
The naïve glow of one who does no wrong
You look at me and smirk
A cruel line of pouting lips mars your beautiful face
You turn your nose up
A pretentious façade of superiority
Mocking me
Begging the question,
What else did you expect my dear?
Fall in love with a rock star…
And you die a metallic death
So I did…
And now my heart lies skewered
Impaled on your guitar
My blood stains the chords
The crisp white sheets of your flawless music
As for the bereft keening of my soul…
It echoes the voices of your demonic choir
But you do not even listen
To you I am just another statistic
A discarded puppet with tangled strings
You slammed the door on me
Threw me out with your other discordant notes
I am no more than a song out of key
A forgotten melody mangled by your strings
Gone and forgotten
Good riddance to bad rubbish
I was not metal or heart enough for you
So loud, so bold, so strong, so rich
Hearing every beat, word, phrase
The heart of it speaks to me
I lay conversing with the love streaming from the sound
I listen to what it has to say
Putting myself in it's pain, joy, fear
Realizing, I posses the same
I bear the same feelings
Over and over again I do listen
While it sheds its tears to the solid ground
Opening its most personal thoughts
I drift away with the meaning
Getting lost in a stunningly beautiful image
Feeling so safe and protected
I am put in a rare state of serenity
No where else does this exist, but where I find myself
The state of losing myself in its song
Its pure velvet melodies and rhythms
I never want it to end
I never want to leave its presence, I've come to witness
But here I am in this one moment
This pure moment of Music,
Getting lost in it's heart and soul
Form:
The Mood 2/2
I want to adore you, O, Mood
Without you, O Mood the lovers can not feel
The joy of riding together,
While feeling the warmth of their soul mate
O Mood, you always create the much sought after climax,
When you bless us with your sweet and amazing gesture
We feel the warmth of each other’s heart and souls
As if, they are one and only one and not two
But without You, O Mood
We can never hear the sublime music of silence
Which flows between heart and souls, when they woo each other
And become one from two.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 19th April 2010 concluded in 2/2