Audience is abuzz.
Boldly,
Conductor emerges – black tux.
Draw
Ethereal patterns with baton– marv.
Flutes, trumpets, cellos, drums dance for me, for you.
Gentle, light…
Heavy and dark…the music evolves
Into something more meaningful, deeper.
Joyous – a tranq
Killing, temporarily, stresses – they stop,
Lost to the rhythms and harmonies. And so
Melodies salve our inner woes – a balm, a boon.
Notes are born, they mix, they fade. And I’m
Overawed by power wielded. I am making a musical
Peregrination. My task –
Quixotic hajj –
Round go I,
Seeking solace in this temple of sound (sigh).
Tonic for soul grieving,
Unable from pain to calm itself –
Veritably impossible –
Without help from song and chord.
Xing over…with music,
Yes, I climb…
Zenith bound, toward nirvana.
Quite frankly, my dear, I know what you need,
I'll take a blank check; come now! Some speed.
For you want inspiration, some relaxation,
and a way to refocus life's peregrination.
So come! There's a chair, so soft it's a crime.
Pulled up next to the fire that's lit for all time.
And a lovely pillow to rest your sweet head,
and a fine fantasy that might put you to bed,
were it not for the crackle and sput of the flame,
and the tall glass of brandy that chuckles your name.
And if you tire of looking at fire,
behold! There is so much more to inspire.
Windows beholding the slope of the mountain,
robed in white snow from flower to fountain.
Winter so wicked is clawing without,
and that makes your comfort the sweeter, no doubt!
Yea, munch on your cheese and warm, buttered toast,
Fall asleep if you can, though I do have to boast,
that the playing of yonder violin,
may leave you daydreaming of summer again.
Written for Advertisement contest, sponsored by Lewis Raynes
7 March 2018
" EVERY MAN DIES - NOT EVERY MAN REALLY LIVES. "
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LIFE
Always
Cease with DEATH
Fairytale ? "NO"
Deeper than BREATHING
Or even Survival
Scrutinize being within
Interrogations - scour ripostes
Peregrination - seek...life's defined
Life's worth-living when mulled - LIVE WITH ITS GIST!
YOU DON’T BELIEVE IN LOVE?
No, no, I take leave
To refuse to disbelieve !
Shriek out in protest at the infidel :
If no true love exists
Life is bleak subsistence!
Speak out! A soul hungers for communion,
Not a lone freak peregrination, alone
Down cold clay-heavy steps
In a black tunnel to drown
In a dead end in the ground.
CREDO FOR A DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL
No no no
Refuse to disbelieve
Shriek out in protest at the infidel
If no true love exists
Life is mere subsistence
The great hunger of the soul for communion
Becomes a lone peregrination
Of cold clay-heavy steps
In a black tunnel down
To a dead end in the ground
But
Believe two spirits can meet
And sense they are kin
A brother knows a sister’s familiar face
The windows of her soul are opened
By a familiar heart
Believe in love, in a life-light,
Know this is good, and right
A daily miracle
Like new-open buds or a baby born
A rare intensity and beauty, a dawn
The suave gait in the thin, long lanes
Leads to the incredible, remarkable peregrination
Runs--------Soars-----Scales
Heights above the mundane layer
Visualises countries of white clouds
Clouds, clouds everywhere as if tangible
Engineers, doctors, caretakers seated
In the same row
Moving towards the common destination
No differentiation remains
Of race, religion. caste. class. colour
The same flight
Carries myriad, multifarious fates
Who's the tip of the hat, who eats the crust of humility?
Be it of a rope, bamboo or gold
The tale of ecstasy isn't old.
By the breeze
Swirls up and comes down again.
In every rise a new adventure, a new mettle
Reaches the zenith and touches the ground
Yet efforts to ascend the higher invisible steps
And join the infinite
Ceaseless peregrination of man continues
For in every man
A higher psyche to meet 'the Oversoul'
Attain sublimity, serenity, summum bonum
And never look down again.
different roads to reach'Him'
ample ways to meet the 'Gateway'
all vehicles in heavy momentum
on the move attaining dignified dignity
from where arriving?
where finally reaching?
who knows?
endless seems the peregrination
one after another
a continent of roads
some interlinked,some parallel
which ones the shortest, fastest, nearest?
in the journey to Infinity?
a new road, a new birth
nevertheless it continues
with ample twists and turns
which ones to suffer them?
to whom will it be a smooth excursion?
which road will be the ultimate?
from the cycle of birth and death?
Nobody should take pride
in what they have gained and achieved;
or what they have accumulated over time,
if that individual is not able and willing
to share the secret of success,
and learn how to change someone's life
whose heart lacks
passion and endurance...
In peregrination, you learned
to be a better bearer
confronting uneasy choices...
changing bad habits to beatitudes
and giving up some pleasures;
some days your burden
was much too heavy
to feel any blissful joy...
In undoubted ways, you raised
from the ground up
and be triumphant,
and dared how to change
someone's life in a matter of minutes;
there's no recognition or
vivid rememberance
whenever a person doesn't care!
It's hard-hearted to have gained knowlege,
and not have shared your courage and fortitude;
some lost soul may need your advice:
how to turn around and find helpfulness,
and forgetting those ways of nefariousness...
it's the nearest ascape from lies!
Compassion implies a giver...
how to change someone's life;
a fighter who's embattled with self-anger,
embittered...ready to abandon hope
without giving a definite form
to a future menancily unkind!