Saturday, July 23, 2005

Music

claims the soul
a pagan God, benign;
the sacrifice survives,
lives, listens, lives
perfuses
elevates
liberates

throbs the being
a gentle storm,
ship and sea
soar and crash as one
enervates
inebriates
exhilarates

numbs the mind
a pain-killing drug --
psychedelic realms
revisited repeatedly
soothes
stirs
salvages

7 comments:

. : A : . said...

Really like this thought,

"a gentle storm,
ship and sea
soar and crash as one"

A fresh way of looking at it!

Samudraa said...

a pain-killing drug --
psychedelic realms
revisited repeatedly....

rhythemic..

a gentle storm,
ship and sea
soar and crash as one

Anew and beautiful...

Soulless said...

Loved the last three lines of each stanza. ^_^ Impressive word-choice.

p.s.
Been reading past posts (my first time here). Oh I am rendered breathless by the one entitled "Recounting Numbers." How achingly beautiful! Will drop by again for more poetry and prose. ^_^

Ravi said...

Totally, totally agree. I'm fortunate to hear music from my cellphone radio everyday during my commute frm home and back. If it weren't for the fact that music can elevate you to another level during this mostly hellish journey, I'd rather walk the 8 km daily!

Ram said...

music never fails to inspire, isn't it... really liked your other posts as well. keep it coming.

Brood Mode said...

"numbs the mind
a pain-killing drug --
psychedelic realms
revisited repeatedly
soothes
stirs
salvages"

could relate to it totally! coincidentially am listening to pink floyd as i read this!

musafir said...

@ .:a:., samudraa, soulless, ravi, ram and brood_mode : Thanks for your words and your comments! Appreciate it.