Musing (it ends in the title only)
Some songs give you wonderful feelings. Today I am down with running nose, reading the nostalgic review of "a Wednesday" remembering how the Nasser has been dominating my childhood from various films and more importantly through my father's awe inspired-ness about him.
And in the middle of no-where I got a song so delicately seeping in like a warm starry - "twinkle twinkle" type settings that you can almost feel the drowsiness hitting you and you can get settled in your chair happily dosing....
The song did not even matter what it said... it more of the sort where just the music sets your mood and believe me when you down with running nose and you hear this kind of chocolate melody... it almost makes you down with a warm blanket drawn with neat bed and starry night outside with cartoon TV blue night settings and stars smiling...
This is just the hollow feeling I have from my childhood it set in like a noon on a barren land. Somehow I always had a strange feeling that I have been to this barren land before like the "running away from safety" book on Richard Bach where he sought the barren land to explore his childhood again.
It must be what I have named it... a-musing for I have many barren lands to cross not one and I think I have many pastures too which I have left behind in the pursuit of the mirage. The mirage gets you though... You never get the mirage...
Mysticism connects to me exactly for the reason people hate it - because it is shapeless it gives you free hand on your imagination....
Enough musing for the day...barren lands may have hidden treasures but it hides them well. For I see only huge and vast fields of hay... and hot winds puffing the loose soil- oh this is easy image to relate to cause it comes from my native town. I used to climb the hills around used to be awed at the yellow grass still sticking out... till this day that yellow grass gone in my head it seems.
so much for young and spirited mind... running nose can give you a funny feeling at times it weakens more than just head I guess :)
God I wish I could stop this raving nonsense... :) go home pasha... (My childhood name)
Pasha kee bhasha... but this writing is not a healing... it is like a fever gripping my head. I am not too harmed by it though it is just like the prevalent image I have been describing so far... hot wind blowing over you, not caring about you, not waiting for you, not getting in your way...
Looks the soul wandering on the noon (for a change) and without any purpose.
Now that I am about to send this piece of crap to people whom I know ... I am suddenly overwhelmed with desire to delete it for-ever... before that I should hid the send button or this is going to die.. perhaps not so bad will it be?
And in the middle of no-where I got a song so delicately seeping in like a warm starry - "twinkle twinkle" type settings that you can almost feel the drowsiness hitting you and you can get settled in your chair happily dosing....
The song did not even matter what it said... it more of the sort where just the music sets your mood and believe me when you down with running nose and you hear this kind of chocolate melody... it almost makes you down with a warm blanket drawn with neat bed and starry night outside with cartoon TV blue night settings and stars smiling...
This is just the hollow feeling I have from my childhood it set in like a noon on a barren land. Somehow I always had a strange feeling that I have been to this barren land before like the "running away from safety" book on Richard Bach where he sought the barren land to explore his childhood again.
It must be what I have named it... a-musing for I have many barren lands to cross not one and I think I have many pastures too which I have left behind in the pursuit of the mirage. The mirage gets you though... You never get the mirage...
Mysticism connects to me exactly for the reason people hate it - because it is shapeless it gives you free hand on your imagination....
Enough musing for the day...barren lands may have hidden treasures but it hides them well. For I see only huge and vast fields of hay... and hot winds puffing the loose soil- oh this is easy image to relate to cause it comes from my native town. I used to climb the hills around used to be awed at the yellow grass still sticking out... till this day that yellow grass gone in my head it seems.
so much for young and spirited mind... running nose can give you a funny feeling at times it weakens more than just head I guess :)
God I wish I could stop this raving nonsense... :) go home pasha... (My childhood name)
Pasha kee bhasha... but this writing is not a healing... it is like a fever gripping my head. I am not too harmed by it though it is just like the prevalent image I have been describing so far... hot wind blowing over you, not caring about you, not waiting for you, not getting in your way...
Looks the soul wandering on the noon (for a change) and without any purpose.
Now that I am about to send this piece of crap to people whom I know ... I am suddenly overwhelmed with desire to delete it for-ever... before that I should hid the send button or this is going to die.. perhaps not so bad will it be?
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