When you close your eyes to the world you know,
Thus opening them to a world you will never know,
You cannot control the direction your mind can go,
For, here, control is something you must forgo.
Sweltering under the sun, you long for some shade,
But your over-eager mind, you fail to persuade,
Surprisingly, you feel not, the thirst, the heat,
And neither do you feel it burning your feet.
So confusing, awake or asleep, you know not,
All you can do, is avoid that very thought,
Aware or ignorant, is something you care not,
For this thing seems to evade every thought.
Though the mind seems the only one in control,
You know not, if it can itself control,
When every single is enslaved by its thought,
Liberation would seem only an afterthought.
When the mist covering your eyes finally clears,
You start to believe they were merely tears,
Though their reason, purpose, you cannot now recall,
You content yourself that atleast the veil did fall.
Sheer outlasting joy, for there is nothing to see,
Because things aren’t what you believe them to be,
When every moment you doubt what you feel,
You fear how much more the truth will reveal.
You know not, whether to trust, the mind or the heart,
And yet there is somewhere you must surely start,
But every beginning seems to be an end,
As every moment creates its own legend.
This one is dedicated to Robert Miles for giving me Dreamland. A masterpiece of simplicity, in an era of synchronised, synthesised multitudes of sounds pretending to be music, and the loudest among those cacophonies pretending to be its very soul. I mention simplicity , not because of the layers, but more because of the spartan manner in which those layers have been relegated to an unmindful background, while the bliss of music occupies centrestage.
This poem is named after one among those masterpieces in the album, which i guess might have defied infinity if stretched, because of the beauty of the arrangement where every single note that reaches a crescendo, immediately segues beautifully into a diminuendo of the next octave and carries on in that fashion until you believe it will go on forever if Robert Miles didn’t have pity on our souls to end it, so we could go on the journey again, instead of one single journey into forever.
P.S. Mr. Akshaye Khanna, if you are still reading this blog, please note that i also dedicate poems to MEN, in fact even the next two are to be dedicated to men, so please update your opinion 🙂
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Citric Acid
March 14, 2008
Simply brilliant!
licencetorhyme
March 14, 2008
thanks.
sadly didnt get which part ?????????????
🙂
aurorawonders
March 17, 2008
The verse in it’s totality.. The lucid way of expression. Sometimes, it’s the feeling of being able to relate to something so well. And that comes when there’s a feeling of somebody putting into words those thoughts that are random, incomprehensible, yet present in your head. And then, you see it in black and white. And there’s a feeling – ‘Ah.. that’s exactly what I think’
That’s when you feel something is simply brilliant. 🙂
licencetorhyme
March 17, 2008
😀 thanks. now it seems atleast a lot more clearer.