I needed a good reason to reach the shores of this abandoned place. Something - abstract or real - that would jolt my dormant mind to awaken and force it to pen down a few words worth being written in this largeness of space!
I will not hesitate to take this line from the movie 'Liberal Arts'.
"The other day I was crossing the street, lost in my head about something - a not uncommon state of affairs. I was listening to the overture and as the music began to swell I suddenly realized that: I had hands. And legs, and a torso, and that I was surrounded by people and cars. It's hard to explain exactly what happened, but I felt in that moment that the divine - however we may choose to define such a thing - surely dwells as much in the concrete and taxi cabs as it does in the rivers, lakes, and mountains. Grace, I realized, is neither time nor place dependent. All we need is the right soundtrack"
Yes I agree! All we need is the right soundtrack. I saw something coming up. Without a shred of doubt, of which I am always enslaved to, I rushed to the corners of the window ( 'My Computer' ) and enqueued Pearl Jam. Oh! Eddie Vedder, I so find solace and peace in your voice. Its been so since college. Started with 'Just Breathe'.
The thought of writing something sure lingered in my head for quite sometime. And yet I needed this song, this one song, these 180 seconds of baritone voice circling and playing inside the depths of my ear, to make known the works I always admire. Yes, it is just about time to say what I like the most about poetry. It is this
How it makes sense that amidst turmoil lies true beauty. Amidst the rubble of the stormy wars and false preaching of mankind that befell this planet lies true greatness. Amidst all known and unknown lies the true spirit of joy and laughter.
And how beautifully Luke Kelly rendered this poem
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passion's pledge
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May - - On Raglan Road by Patrick Kavanagh
Trouble with everything around you can still bring beauty to the fore
My lids closed down—yet through their veil
I saw him blazing still;
And bathe in gold the misty dale,
And flash upon the hill - Dazzling Sun by Emile Bronte
Curiosity should be embraced and fed with notes still not composed. And yet elevates you to do it.
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth - The road not taken by Robert Frost
And how it's important to dwell in the palace of memories sculpted decades ago and still try to live in the present. To gaze upon the sky and spot the mountains on the moon and wonder with eyes closed.
on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. - John Keats
And to cultivate love in your blood, kindness in your heart with fiesty parades on your foot
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten - Pablo Neruda in If you forget me
Never giving up and always marching.
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips - Mary Angelou in Phenomenal Woman
Or to summarize everything in life and come up with a stunner. A catch that does not struggle in the net, but waits for the master to set it free.
And were an epitaph to be my story
I’d have a short one ready for my own.
I would have written of me on my stone:
I had a lover’s quarrel with the world - Robert Frost
