Then there are these songs you encounter which completely
overtake the space reserved in your head for music. It can cut across genres be
from any point in time and space but its maybe just in the right frequency
range which ends up resonating with the flow of my being. However, not all of
them can move me to write. For that there has to be a heady concoction of a song
sending me to a state with another person in reality or in fantasy.
Can’t help but ride on the wings of the song and reach that
stage where every action in isolation with each other creates moves which end
up in the perfect dance for an audience none but your mind. When in fantasy she
being your projection moves with exacting accuracy, it seems too precise and
predictable to be real. But when she sits in the corner of the bed beside the
laptop table, you at once become a performer as well as a spectator. It’s that
moment of mutual display which reveals everything.
The lack of it should mark the knell for the being together.
But then there are other circumstances far baser than the music of the spheres
which can be the reason for still being together. It’s rather unfair to call
the circumstances base per se, however in the absence of a larger connect at
the universal level everything seems blasé.
So turn around, look into her eyes and say or sway the way
you wish to. Drop your guards and feel free to fly on the waves slowly seeping
out of the electronic vessels. Once you’ve reached the spot open your eyes and
look around. In that place being together brings an end to temporal
perceptions of mutual experiences. If you are wrapped in the same blanket of
emotions out there every action allegedly base will give birth to a new layer
of notes transporting both from trance to trance.
