Monday, November 12, 2012

Let music test


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. 

1 comment:

  1. This writing is intact and the train of thought is progressive and logical though we who are writers agree on the point to gv a fuck to logical reasoning and finding meaning out of what we spew - but being on the other side of the table being the reader i become naive and learn from others giving my childish opinion of how i find it.

    The subtle dance with ur own projection of universal she is well canvased. The real she is still in process to universal he.

    basal instincts are integral as they form springboard to dive into the unknown kindda portal...

    so can kim play the fuckin guitar now and can u create a novel song ~ so dat i drown in ur so called "trance"

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