A kid and surroundings…

It all started with just a thought. I have seen @roseplums (Cynthia) writing beautiful poems on Twitter. I thought why not play a little game at least 10 minutes a day? The game will be like this, one of us will write a line, a very abstract line and the other one will write something in line with the line. And thus we started this beautiful venture, a project of writing abstract thoughts as poems.

Cynthia:

The aha moment occurs when a burst of recognition at one’s own intellect,

Tiny eyes,

A smiling face,

Wonder

Delight

Me:

A child with his childish concerns,

And unknown to the world of plight,

It’s very true that ignorance,

Is sometimes a delight.

Cynthia:

To see, to observe,

To pull in from the core all, that one can be,

Sparkling eyes, Confident stride,

Personality blooms,

Loud

Me:

To clutch at things,

Always curious about surroundings,

Zest to learn new things,

And always looking at the cloud

Cynthia:

The cloud that threatens to fall and burst their hearts,

But we hold steadfast to their plight,

A healing path,

Lies before them

Me:

But suddenly they see Sun peeking,

From behind the clouds,

And they start a fresh, new claim

Cynthia:

A claim, ownership of themselves,

Boundaries will placed,

They come full circle with all their talents,

Ideas and whims

Me:

They started to explore,

Then came to know the full capability,

They loved it and explored more,

Just for them

Cynthia:

Just for themselves, then to share with the world,

Carefully guided to explore,

A new fullness within,

To capture and dream.

Music Trance…

Submitted to Thursday Tales – Tale #49

Image Credit: Roxana Enache

Image Source: Roxana Enache

 

She was meandering around in his room when she spotted the piano. She went to his house for the first time. Being an avid music fan and a singer herself she was immediately attracted to the piano. She knew few notes here and there. She lingered around it for some time thinking what she should play. But then thought of having a feel of it and she leaned against the wooden structure. Smelling the woody smell and feeling the keys she went into a trance.

 

Her mind was already playing tunes of Mozart and Bach. The sheer brilliance and melody those tunes have, made her numb for a moment. She thought of trying those tunes but refrained from disturbing the mental peace she was having remembering the original tunes. But the craving to play on good, old piano finally broke the wall and she placed her tender fingers on the keys, placing her ear on the wooden structure to get the first melody coming out of it, directly in the ear.

 

She pressed the keys one by one and tried to grasp the music coming out of it. She started to play the eight basic keys (Saa, Re, Ga, Ma, Pa, Dha, Ni, Saa) which are generally known as octave. While playing the keys, her mind surfed the musical terrain and wandered in thinking how these tunes, how this music is produced. What lies beneath this wooden plate? How by playing this key, a particular tune is produced? This was all magical for her, as magical as the green nature and the current sensation in her life, Love.

 

And she suddenly got puzzled as to what should be her first love? The music which fills her completely, the nature which is running through every single drop of her blood or the new found crush/love of her life? And to get out of this dilemma she again pushed her fingers on the keys and the keys plunged.