I think….

I think music is a portal to another dimension. It has the ability to move you through and beyond the physical experience of sound.

Sound, which exists in the trappings of the four-dimensional universe is only a means. The only requirement is to hear the music beyond the physical hearing. To feel it and then be moved through the sound waves, beyond the physical domain.

Discovering the multiple dimensions hidden in the waves. Those dimensions are not physical and beyond the equations. There beyond the physical realm is the symphony of creation. The entire essence resonates with one’s being. That’s where the gods live, that’s where you can always be. There are only a few who can travel and experience that feeling.

It is not anywhere. It is not a place, not in a physical sense. Music is not only the means. It is also the fabric, where all exists. And where you are just a vibration, a musical note like everything else.

Just music.

The dream of Democracy

The dream of democracy
Utopian it may be,
but full of hope… it is.

Many voices
through one,
a dream it may be
but full of hope… it is

Virtuous leader emerge
Reflecting the voices
Chaotic fairness it may be,
but full of hope… it is

Power to the people
Through the will of people
For the wish of the people
Idealistic it is
but full of hope… it is

It is a dream
isnt it?
Utopian it may be
but full of hope… it is

The din would stop

The din would stop
The clamour would cease
In the calm that follows
You will find me

And when you do
Promise me you shall
Be true in what you do
True in what you be

For what you are
Is because of me
For what you must be
is what they see

You will recognise
I haven’t changed
In the changing times
I have remained

Steadfast and pure
In there in you
In the mirror
Out there too

Khwabon ka zayaka

ज़ायक़ा शायद
वैसा ही होगा
जैसा चखा था
उन महकते ख़्वाबों में

बदन की ख़ुशबू
मन की महक
जुड़ से गए हैं
इन सिसकती साँसों में

असल और ख़्वाब
में फ़रक
थोड़ा धुंधला गया है
इन उलझे ख़यालों में

भूल गया हूँ
क्या सच है क्या ख़्वाब है
मगन हूँ में बस
उन साँचे एहसासों में

एक निवाला प्यार का
शिद्दत से चखा है
असल का तो पता नहीं
शायद वो भी ख़्वाब हो

Albatross sails

Projeto Tamar Brazil/Marine Photobank

The albatross sails
over the stormy sea
From the lofty heights
storm is a spectacle to see

The feathers flutter
the icy winds oppose
But it flies calm
Focussed on the purpose it knows

The keen eyes search
For food below
It flies high
Sometimes it swoops low

To find something to eat,
And some in the beak to store
To feed the hungry little mouths
Waiting in the nest on shore

The keen eyes don’t miss
Shining scales are spotted
The bird dives
Closing in on what it wanted

It strikes the water
Swoops on the feed
In a practiced motion
Hunts for just the need

wings flap to fly
But in vain
The nets trap the wings
It cries in pain

The nets entangle
Cuts into the wings
It looks to the shore
In melancholy it sings

It was taught to fly
To hunt for what it could feed
Who knew of the net laid
By the hunter who eats for his greed

It’s cries are drowned
In the roar of the sea
The hungry mouths on the shore cry
Forlorn eyes look expectantly to thee