Why cant i meet those people ,
Writing their stories…
Leaving an indelible mark on us all
Penning the what could be and what ought to be…
Myriad characters with their variations…
Emotions enveloping them in their complexities
Where every step they take fills you with awe or trepidation..
Where you can paint their many pictures and welcome each one..with open arms
Why can’t I be there writing their stories..
Where is your humanity ?
Where is your conscience ?
Does not your heart shudder at the thought of such cruelty.
Does not your skin crawl with the memory of the brutality.
Does morality and righteousness hold no value to you anymore.
Are you a victim of circumstance or are you willingly committing these atrocities
Would your excuse be that your circumstances are responsible hurting the innocent.
Don’t you wake up at night with the screams of those who lost their lives
Who are you and What do you hold dear ?
What is it to truly leave a part of you behind?
How does it feel to end a journey ?
What does it take to steel yourself from the force of emotions that hits you.
What if what you love, you can’t keep?
How does it feel to know that everything you have known will be left behind ?
And you have tears brimming in your eyes…
And you can’t turn back… Nor can you go back.
There is nothing there for you.
Trying hard to leave…
You are trying hard to let go, to let them go.
Love takes prisoners with it and you are waiting…
Waiting for the sinking feeling and the final parting.
The hardest part is always good-bye.
- Just Another Day (kaspersworld.wordpress.com)
Someday I want to be on the road,
Driving nowhere fast,
Hoping that the journey will last.
With a full tank of gas
My sunglasses on..and baggage zilch..
Oh !! the adrenaline rush !
Got nowhere to go, got no one to please,
Going where the heart takes me...
Watching miles pass me by and people.
Darkness turns to light ..and night to day,
Times passes by without your say.
Trying to get a piece of the sky,
In my mind, I wish to fly.
Trying to absorb the warmth of the sun...
Cruising along until I reach the horizon
Or to wherever the end of the planet might be..
Am Dreamin' of a picturesque place and
Where the land has sun and sand
And a stillness and some calm..
There I will find...me and my Nirvana..
What is it about music that moves me, the soul stirring, the heart warming and the smile widening…..
She calms my senses and makes me go into a trance…
A haze purple, silver or white draws me away from my blues……
The beats ring in my ears, making me deliberate over things, ponder and make me wander.
Can I put into words her entirety, her beauty..Such is the power of music..of keys and of notes..
She’s a wonder…My Music ❤ in every part of my life..