The sound of Music
Music, like the heart of a mother, is pure and harmless. Be it pain, sorrow, failure, dejection, loneliness - the only pill that has the capability to cure is Music(some will claim Alcohol can cure too. I will neither support that claim or dismiss it). Music is the only language every living being on this planet can understand. Its the language that is made of the least number of symbols - LOVE. Over the years humans have learnt to understand. Well, at least some of them have.
Falling from the skies,
Onto the steel roofs,
Flowing through gutters,
Down to the Earth and neath !
A couple of drops of rain. May be a few more. Straight from the hands of god Nature - Divine.
No one listened and you didn't care,
When you cried and your mother sighed,
A toothless mouth and a lonely womb,
Cherished within till the tomb !
The cry of a new born and the relieved sigh of a mother - Life.
Not so loud, between the two,
Not so long, a second or few,
Not of lust, but only love,
A lip and cheek in the heat !
An innocent kiss - Silent death.
Two metals, one aluminium and the other copper,
One coin and an economically-challenged boy,
A resounding ting and a muffled heartbeat,
One of them is not audible to the ears !
The inaudible thank-you from one heart to another - Hand of humanity.
The rhythmic ringing of the bells,
The pious fervent chants of the mob,
The eerie deep voices and the echoes,
Bring about peace to the disquieted,
And make even an atheist feel like god !
Listening to the sound of thoughts within a temple - Heavenly.
He taps you on the back,
He cuffs you on the head,
He wraps you in his warmth,
And lets you know he's there !
The tapping and cuffing of a father - Beacons of life.
There are thousands of beautiful sounds like these - A blind man tapping his stick on the road, the footfalls of a child learning to walk, the sound of boiling tea, the sound of your voice when you are breaking down, the squeaking of a door, the screeching of a bicycle chain, a distant song, recollecting a forgotten word, the "hello" of a lost friend, an "okay" from the beloved. The list goes on and on, only if we listen.
These days, we do a lot more talking than listening. Listen and the sound of music will drown you. You will survive though !
Falling from the skies,
Onto the steel roofs,
Flowing through gutters,
Down to the Earth and neath !
A couple of drops of rain. May be a few more. Straight from the hands of god Nature - Divine.
No one listened and you didn't care,
When you cried and your mother sighed,
A toothless mouth and a lonely womb,
Cherished within till the tomb !
The cry of a new born and the relieved sigh of a mother - Life.
Not so loud, between the two,
Not so long, a second or few,
Not of lust, but only love,
A lip and cheek in the heat !
An innocent kiss - Silent death.
Two metals, one aluminium and the other copper,One coin and an economically-challenged boy,
A resounding ting and a muffled heartbeat,
One of them is not audible to the ears !
The inaudible thank-you from one heart to another - Hand of humanity.
The rhythmic ringing of the bells,
The pious fervent chants of the mob,
The eerie deep voices and the echoes,
Bring about peace to the disquieted,
And make even an atheist feel like god !
Listening to the sound of thoughts within a temple - Heavenly.
He taps you on the back,
He cuffs you on the head,
He wraps you in his warmth,
And lets you know he's there !
The tapping and cuffing of a father - Beacons of life.
There are thousands of beautiful sounds like these - A blind man tapping his stick on the road, the footfalls of a child learning to walk, the sound of boiling tea, the sound of your voice when you are breaking down, the squeaking of a door, the screeching of a bicycle chain, a distant song, recollecting a forgotten word, the "hello" of a lost friend, an "okay" from the beloved. The list goes on and on, only if we listen.
These days, we do a lot more talking than listening. Listen and the sound of music will drown you. You will survive though !
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