Bye bye Home!

I lie down
gazing at the stars,
trying to solve their marvellous mysteries
and admiring Parabrahman's handiworks
dancing on the ethereal stage.

Musical notes make a breezy procession
and awake the happy spot in my heart.
Oh! It's his* music!
No doubt this music melts my heart.

One moment, still like the sea;
the next, sprinting like a stream.
Once rising and falling like a fount,
then like a cataract caressing its mount.

Is it his music?
Or His music?
No way to decipher.
I then realize
his music and
His music are the same.

These song records
leave their records
in the heart.

I can listen to his music
and His music wherever I go,
but I'll definitely miss this particular spot
on the terrace, where
I lie down
gazing at the stars,
trying to solve their marvellous mysteries.

* - refers to my three favourite musicians - Ilaiyaraja, Yanni and Yann Tiersen.

Angel's Laughter

Her sweet sound gives wings to my heart;
Her impeccable tone inspires many an art.
She's a tear-jerker when she weeps;
She's a grin-maker when she laughs.

Oh! What all she does to me!

She sings a different song to different people.
She holds their hands, taking them to unexplored havens.
When she's happy, she keeps me afloat.
When she's sad, she keeps me grounded.

She gets not weary of me,
Though I embrace her every night.
I do not get bored of her,
Listening to her voice every night.

The way she makes me feel,
The tinkling laughter she spills for me,
When I place just one of my fingers
On one of her eighty eight!
A divine tinkle it is,
An angel's twinkle it is.

How much I melt
Just to the sound of a piano!

Aham Brahmaasmi

In the drop of paint that unites bristles;
In the notes of music born out of reeds
Is one of the most fulfilling deeds,
Completing which the heart joyously sizzles.

While holding a pencil to make a sketch,
While twisting the legs to make a step,
While saying a joke to make feel pep,
While producing music with a magical touch.

While giving shape to a mound of clay,
While stringing words to make a verse,
While knitting yarn to make a purse
Moments of idleness does a man slay.

While breathing life into an inanimate figure,
While chiseling an idol out of a rock
Mortality does the creator mock.
His/her heart does grow bigger and bigger.

Glowing bright, creative light
Exhibits its eternal, joy-giving force.
An artist in his/her life's course
Demons many does he/she tirelessly fight.

Mesmeriser

I'm forever your victim,
You have enslaved me.
You have occupied me upto the brim,
You are a flower that attracts many a bee.

I've spent numerous nights with you,
Listening to your sweet sound.
You are like the fresh, early morning dew
And one of the greatest gifts I've ever found.

The more you are with me,
The happier I am.
You are like the abundant sea,
That cannot be stopped by a dam.

Be with me forever,
I'll be happy always.
I'm your insane lover,
Who admires your infinite grace.

You can bring down the rain,
And heal the sick,
Apart from alleviating my pain,
Oh! Enchanting music.
-Mr.ClAiRvOyAnT