The sound of music
Permeated through the air
Weaving a magic as it wafted through

Human figures floated by
In the reckless gaiety
That the transcending moment allowed them

Looking up , she wondered
Where did the music come from ?
The almost melodious cacophony of sounds

It takes a while to realize
That the music comes from amongst them
The strings and the waves people form
In togetherness and in solitude

That's how the unchained melody is born
The coming together of them all
Impervious to the music they create
As if in some predecided harmony

Only if you listen carefully , would you notice
How each string is pulled with precision
Just at the right time

How distinct each note is
Carefully separated and yet collective

And how lasting the effect of each chain
No matter how insignificantly small

In the masterpiece that we create for ourselves
Each day, one note at a time...

...And it's a wonder
to know how the pieces fit together
as if they were meant to be
From the very beginning

...The spectacular sight
Of the seamless merging of it all
Into a giant ball of Hope
Exploding at the seams

...To experience the gushing light
That manages to find its way in
As if the heavens descended upon Earth
To rescue us from darkness

...The magnanimity of our life and times
And its contrasting insignificance
When viewed from the titled angle
Of God's microscopic plan

...Is it a blessing to be a part of this?
Or just a curse we all endure?

Mental Flight

The satisfaction of a job well done...
...Is like a balm for the wounded soul
Whether it abates the restlessness or causes it , i do not know
All i am aware of is ...It gives me the thrills
The desire to do more
...And i take off...on my mental flight!

For now, that's all that matters.

Hide...I will seek

Its there...deep inside of you...behind the facade of nonchalance that you put up..and very effectively at that..its right there...hidden secretively in the impermeable layer of fear, uncertainity. It's been there since a long long time...since the earliest times that your memory allows you to recall...

You grew up..And became modest and ignorant about things...and the world taught you lessons....Lessons of fear, lessons of failure, lessons of practicality...,you imbibed all of them with devout faith...and It hid further deeper...

You dreamt about it ...in flashes..flashes of brilliance...so brilliant and illuminating that they almost blinded you...But they were all in dream...and you let them be..only to wake up to the world you knew..The world that mocked that your dream..You chided yourself...and there it went...Hidden a step deeper...

...Its hidden still..in crevices so deep that now i am having trouble extricating it from the relegated position that i subject it to for so long...

The stage is set...

...i just wish that i rise in time to play my part now