The unheard song out of the blue knocked me off. One jingle paints a thousand pictures in the theatre of the mind. It’s only a single utensil the noise is dismantling from, yet the vibrations movement ricochet the sonata. There is a sense of belongingness to this noise, yet numb. Looming from the deep down emotion lane, this clatter of silence sweeps the soul with symphony. A false delusion of sadness emancipates the harmony, but fact lies in the truth of the tinkle, which is as trustful as the deity, as serene as a thought.
The shelter dingdong which unconsciously covers me all moments departed for a while, fabricating moments of insight music which is not unheard but perpetual, perpetual only till there is either day or night! It is immaterial I being the light or the dark, the unheard song will still knock me off the moment I am not coupled to become the dawn…
...elkays!
Monday, August 15, 2005
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