🎵 Music, a phenomenon that manages to rapture your soul into believing you are one with the Universe. Where the puzzle that is life now leaps at you with answers. Where you feel the waves crash at you. Carrying away your doubts like the wind that plays with your hair. And the clouds seem like cotton candy in the deep blue sky. Where the trees guard your path in green. And the illusion that is hope wraps you up in smoke. Screening your flawed existence. Music, makes you taste life. The bittersweet nectar of life.🎵
We look. We seek. We search. We ponder. We yearn for a psychic eye. A crystal ball that shows possibilities. Dreaming of maybes. Wishing for miracles. A bigger picture from a fish-eye’d view…What is the view? And out of the window-the sky was that view. LOOK.
The happy accident that is youth, is that we burst in light and we fade in shadows. We love like spontaneous combustion and we hate like bombs. Human forms of fire and smoke, we are the echoes of hope, life and death. Fireworks that schedule no timings. Serendipity’s own children. What keeps us alive? What ignites the spark? If love and life be actions, can breathing be the point of start? The world has gone dark… Where is the spark?