The Delphic beauty.

The time was around 11.05pm and one more day was falling into the chart of lame and fruitless days. Shabnam begun humming and eventually inviting my attention to the lyrics of 'Titanium'. The music transcended and pushed my mind into a beautiful chaotic space of memories as in the pensieve of Dumbledore. Music always had that peculiar magic to let people dissolve into various memories and emotions, and i'd always wanted to write about how it felt. But writing about my favorite singers and music would be tediously long as music was an inextricable part of my life since childhood, although i'm a terrible singer.

When a tune meets its perfect lyrics just like that girl who meets her love who was long gone for war, it creates an inarticulatable field of beauty, love, longing and memories.

Miley Cyrus's 'Butterfly fly away' was the beginning of my love towards music. I was 12 and it was kind of the first downloaded music in my life.

"Caterpillar in the tree
How you wonder who you'll be
Can't go far but you can always dream,
Wish you may and wish you might
Don't you worry hold in tight
I promise you there will come a day
Butterfly fly away"

 Later on, songs from many amazing singers had captured my heart. 'Fine Frenzy' was the singer whom I felt like I discovered. 'Almost lover' and 'grasses' are still my favorites. It is so magnificent, the way Allison Sudol brings the nature into her songs. Some songs take the role of different milestones of life. Those particular songs remind me of various years of my timeline. The time,space and all the vibes hit me when the song plays. Purely enigmatic!

Once in awhile, I come across few authors who depict the influence of music in their works (Stephenie Mayor's 'The Host', Stephen Chbosky's 'The perks of being a wallflower', etc). 
Some songs do whisper directly into the soul, like Fleurie's 'Hurts like hell'. Some songs tell beautiful tales like Ed Sheeran's 'Wake me up', Lukas Graham's '7 Years', Katy perry's 'The one that got away', etc.

At times songs find us through movies,books and people.Few soundtracks like Amanda Seyfried's 'little house' from Dear John, Karen O's 'the moon song' from Her, Benjamin Britten's 'cuckoo's song' from Moonrise Kingdom, the original soundtrack from 'room', etc. They are so beautiful and reminds me of the movies.

Recently I came across a post on Facebook which said "People who sends you music are very important." Such special people who matches with your music are actually impossible to let go.Every time when that particular song plays, something about the person who sent the music articulates with us. I was fortunate enough to fall in love with Gnash, the passenger, John Legend and West life through such amazing people.

One day, I came across a video on YouTube by vlogbrothers in which a young  singer talked about how it felt when her art was finally exposed to the world. Her words were truly poignant as I've always felt, art was that thing which induces humanity, What makes us human.
Music had always moved hearts and it will keep on doing that till the end of time.

"Feeling my way through the darkness
Guided by a beating heart
I can't tell where the journey will end
But I know where to start
They tell me I'm too young to understand
They say I'm caught up in a dream
Well life will pass me by if I don't open up my eyes
Well that's fine by me

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself, and I
Didn't know I was lost"

-Avicii, wake me up.

Leaving people.(and the people who left me in the journey)

"Let me make the songs for the people,
Songs for the old and young;
Songs to stir like a battle-cry
Wherever they are sung. "
  -Francis Ellen Watkins

In our arts and life, we had always successfully turned time,space and materials into antagonists. Actually it is the people who 'builds' and 'breaks' everything. The worst of them are the so called leaving people which includes intentional and unintentional departure.

At the very special unfortunate moments we meet some amazing people. Then they will stamp the pieces of their hearts into ours and will make the most poignant stuff called memories. Abruptly, one day they are not supposed to be in our lives anymore. Then it's the farewell time, our hearts will be broken and so many short lived promises like even
-the-people-at-space-maintain-contacts-why-wouldnt-us. For awhile the relationship will be kept, but it's the most hurting and helpless version of the best times we had together. And it's dead. What remains are the memories.

Nothing in the world can bring back everything to that perfect space. And honestly I've no idea how to stop this, as it's a global phenomenon that people meets to part. Sometimes I feel like I should stop getting attached to people.

Little things that can be done are, hold those people tighter. Make endless memories. And when they leave give them a smile warmed by your tears.
Say "Thank you for everything,pal."
                                          

    

It hurts

It hurts.

Sun was garish and the ground burned,
But summer was the coolest,
You were all there,
We grew up together.
And I wanted to ruin the clock.
To stop the time.
And one day we'd grown up.
And moved away forever.
When the childhood ended,
Felt like I'd already lived my life.

It hurts.
We met, we said our names,
Days went and we knew more,
And then we cried laughing,
Teased and had the fun.
Stood for each other,
All said when we parted,
"we'll always remember."
Now I've many contact names.
And I'm one of yours too.
Remembering.

It hurts.
Hide and seek was fun
And the story games we played.
All holidays were festive,
I'd wanted to join Hogwarts,
To become a vampire,
And a shaolin soccer.
Stayed awake at 3 Am,
Finishing the book series.
Now I like to stare at screens.
And to sleep.

It hurts.
I wanted to bring a change.
Was a popping confetti.
In love with all the colors,
Movies, books and music.
Wanted to write.
Had to bring out the story,
I raised for years.
Now I have my wings.
The wrong wings and I'm stuck.

It hurts.
I thought we were the perfect two.
Your long texts I longed for,
songs all over my playlist,
Late night fathomless talks.
Our legendary pen and pendent.
But now we're grey.
And I knew I was the Gemini,
You couldn't have.
I was still in my worlds,
You doesn't like to visit.

It hurts that everything hurts.

Cozy burial vault.

Why is the end so appealing?
Was there a beginning?
Why isn't the middle exciting?
Isn't it leading to the end?

Dying to live up expectations.
Dying to pursue the dreams.
Dying to make the plans work.
Dying for the future days.

Can you see the yellow bees?
Little lillies aside the meadows?
Heard the cuckoo's new song?
Seen toads hopping to puddles?

Oh.
Yes.

You haven't opened your eyes yet.

And you.
Have you closed it as they said?
Your burial vault will be sweet.
You can watch it's dead black roof.

Forever and more.

Life is totally in *control !

Once the fictional favorite Margo Roth Spiegelman said 'In this paper thin and  fragile paper towns, people burn their future to stay warm at the present.' I concur to those words as much as I believe Earth is round. Nothing is more absurd and subterfuge than thinking that time and fate will totally succumb to your plans. Maybe plans would make it less wondrous, but no way everything would end up sparkling. so living the life with its flow is golden. Most of the people reading (if any) might normally disagree with popping thoughts such as thats-not-reality, hipster-and-aimless , you'll-die-homeless , wonderful-fictional-thoughts, everyone-says-that, etc. My dears, it's the side effect when super reality juxtapose with fantasy embellished as reality.
We can make our moves for the sake of ourselves, that we should never complain again about the past too. I think it's a way people adopted when worrying about future got so profound and they couldn't put up with contemplating about past too.

The silver lining is that future is a total surprise and there are unknown considerable chances of getting lucky. So
Don't ever whine about stupid grades or silly issues or failures or about any freaking things, because even if you won the highest grade and got hit by a truck, that success is irrelevant. But when you failed in a test, but still have a life to write a retest, that's super awesome.

Everything is about perspectives. Let the life make you stronger and vibrant, because even in it darkest grooves and writhing roads, life is beautiful.

L I V E.  And L E T   L I V E.

Me or the World!

I don't understand the correlation between chronological age and tolerance level. Typically from what I've learned, it should take the saucer shape if plotted as a graph. Initially a gradual increase, then a long persistence and again as getting older the levels decline. But my dear friends, from my personal experience my graph is going for a notch. I don't know what's wrong with me, I can't freaking tolerate anything. Not that I turn arrogant or rebellious, I simply get tired. I get tired of talking to people who does not even listen, I'm tired of convincing people who doesn't understand, I'm tired of accepting things that oblige me to do so, and I'm tired of living through situations that I just want to shift+ delete from my life. Things might be silly, but I'm getting annoyed as hell.
What if I'm the only one, what if everyone are okay with the world and obediently following their saucer graph. I don't know. I have no idea, because seeing others function normally, I wonder what makes them go through everything as if it's a cake. My notch graph will soon hit the axis surface.
Can I just exit from everything Just for a Second.
Is there anyone who thinks like me?

Wanderlust

Loved the way the bluest sky,

Often the tiniest bits of it,
twinkles through the green leaves,
And when it race you to there.
The black roads untouched,
Memories of tires burnt long ago,
He woke them up with love,
They carried him all the way,
following the high heart.

Sunk in the mountain fogs,
Embracing the fresh paths of woods,
Lively streams quenched the thirst,
made him high for more.
Wanderlust was always at edges,
Loving to get lost to find himself.
But was stringed to bright screens,
Lame faces and not the free birds,
Or the wild flowers he wanted.
Stuck stuck stuck
With the world he loathed,

And the bookworm he couldn't count on.

As always he wanted to fly.
He was meant to.