Symphonies-Loved or Illegitimate…

As the fat walls hug you in the lazy afternoon

and no one hears you humming the loud music playing in you earphones

For few moments you ride high on the stout waves of drumbeats

before a  tune strikes you and you pause the music…everything coming to a standstill

You stare impassively at those walls now

as if playing the ‘Game of Statue’ with them,

Now who’s to say ‘Start’, when like walls, you become flabbergasted

Your competitor, the wall,  remains still, but a heartbeat of yours can’t be omitted

So while you lose another childish game, you remember the lost battles of your lifetime

You’ve stopped the music, but the time would stop for no gold no dime,

So you keep sitting fixed onto your bed

In your mind hundreds of times you’ve fled,

and feel the pain in your feet that turned stones red as they had bled,

whilst in the background the same meddlesome music being played……

This powerful can the music you hear be……….

And you’ve to be careful as it makes you climb a tree…

coz it can break your joints if you don’t know how to step your feet back onto the ground

Or else repeatedly falling off the favorite colorful tree, would aggravate the deep blue wound

But I guess, it must be like smoking or other kinds of addiction

Where you stand by it vehemently expecting some kind of exaltation

Or like while flying a kite, your spirits also with which soar,

for which you can stand barefooted on the hot terrace  with your slashed finger ignored

Or like speeding a bike on a long forlorn dusty road,

You cut the air with a countryside/rock music’s blade 

Unperturbed by the palpable dangers clouding around you like a swarm of bees

This stentorian that music can be………

But if it rains how many times do you fear cold

and refrain yourself from sprawling out and getting chilled in downpour

You breathe in the music, as we exhale it in our actions,

The music calms us while at times we fall in for its pretensions,

So we unconsciously stand, as if standing in between a rock and a hard stone

In the case of which it’s better that we sit and enjoy the unpredictable outcome

Either we may live the epitome of our fantasy world

Or we scathe our time by unfolding the fears that were earlier bundled

The feelings that emanate are either like dew drops dripping off the fresh leaves palmed by thirsty ground,

Or it may be grotesque like blood gushing out of a cut throat or a noisome wound

Such are the contrasting outcomes of music that we hear

We taste it, we ravish it, at times we even spew it out

But then we consume it like food, like water, like life

This music dutifully walks along with us, like our life’s wife

Whom we can’t abandon, whose presence in our world is simply ubiquitously rife…!!

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