Of evenings

Sitting here alone reminds me of old times. Of spending my evening at different places in the past. Usually around this hour, I would be sipping a cup of tea, taking a few shots in the rain and after, or just looking out of the window- you know, daydreaming about a lot of things. I like the sound of the raindrops, which are now beating against the window, fracturing the space into a surreal pointillistic painting. Heck, I feel like Van Gogh at the moment. Smile. Other times, in such unfamiliar situation, I do feel like I know these people, who just happen to pass me by. But of course, I don’t know them at all. Haha. Bet they are all looking at me crazy ay. Hmm, then, there comes the scenes and scents. Of movement and sound… the wood scent. I can still remember lingering on the wet dirt, which smells like perfume after rain. Refreshing and pristine. Sigh. Not anymore, I guess.

Ahh, forgetting and remembering become easy these days. So wonderfully easy. You know, as easy as being frustrated and feeling okay about it. it’s awfully strange, isn’t it?
Otherwise, I just realize how everything is connected to everything else. And that everything else ultimately brings me to God- Allah, the Almighty.

…I think I’m gonna have another cuppa. Life’s too sweet to sip just once.

Be well,
r_L

Just Coldplay!

I love Coldplay. My long lost lovely band. They remind me of the old days. I’ve just listened to their latest album again after sometime, which is X&Y (released in 2005). It is unsurprisingly unusual. Compared to their previous one, The Rush of Blood to The Head (2002), their latest has simply changed a lot. Quite big a progress, I must say. Very much but not so. Hmm.

So, let’s see. Personally, I thought the whole song arrangement was nice. The music was consistent- not too much sound, yet not too mellow. It was a laudable piece of mixture. I was able to find the quietness in the midst of noise; through the lyrics. D’oh, such profound lines they composed. Brilliant work.

Alright. Perhaps, I must have had overanalyzed things. Sigh. I was just trying to see what is left for me after several years of change then. Or what kind of a person I’ve become. Whether I like the things I’ve gone through, or hate them. Simple as that. So, having listened to Coldplay is pretty much about listening to the old me. Sort of doing this self-evaluation kind of thing. Y’know, liking the newness of the change, or hating it. Otherwise, I’m just amazed at how these people can come up with such beautiful music? The sound, pretty much resembles everything that supports the tune and the lyrics, ultimately means life to the song. Uh, I’m talking to those who are able to see music as it is by the way. Hee.

A Message

My song is love
Love to the loveless shown
And it goes up
You don't have to be alone

Your heavy heart
Is made of stone
And it’s so hard to see you clearly
You don't have to be on your own
You don't have to be on your own

And I'm not gonna take it back
Well I'm not gonna say I don't mean that
You're the target that I'm aiming at
And I get that message home

My song is love
My song is love, unknown
And I'm on fire for you, clearly
You don't have to be alone
You don't have to be on your own

And I'm not gonna take it back
And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that
You're the target that I'm aiming at
But I'm nothing on my own
Got to get that message home

And I'm not gonna stand and wait
Not gonna leave it until its much too late
On a platform I'm gonna stand and say
That I'm nothing on my own
And I love you, please come home

My song is love, is love unknown
And I've got to get that message home


Sigh. I just love Coldplay.

r_L

LOST IN WAR

Look

Thousands of feet below you

Though they be livid and dead as nails

Men went to battle grim and glad

As heads of the characters hammer through daisies

Children, they hate you, broken and mad

Consider. One bullet in 10000 kills a man.

Ask. Was so much expenditure justified

On the death of one so young and so silly

Lying under the olive trees, O world? O death?

Look

upon myself

Indeed I have lost nothing

but all patriotic feeling

They’ve bought my tears and sought after my soul

Taken my pride that was once thick and bold

Have I found myself a life?

Yes- but why don’t I feel whole?

If ever I saw blessing in the atmosphere

Would you come breathe your life into me?

If ever I was found I would be happy

But now if now only.

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PERMISSION TO LIVE

Her brown face sparkled with tears

Whose glow shall wake the sky

The stars shall bend their voices

And every stone shall cry.

And every stone shall cry,

And eyes like gold shall shine

Through the salty snow where

Hopes and fears sinking deep

Running red beneath her feet.

This is a damned inhuman sort of war

The pilots sit among the clouds, quite sure

About the values he is fighting for

He can’t hear beyond his veil of sound

Or see the people on the weary ground

Only knows of the people creep

Like ants- and who cares if ants laugh or weep?

His lust runs yet and is unsatisfied

Waiting for the precise split-second to order fire

Proud of the skill; whilst the guns roar

This is indeed, a damned unnatural sort of war.

Reeds whisper

here in the morning

The sky shall groan and darken

And every stone shall cry.

And every stone shall cry,

For stony hearts of men:

God’s blood upon the spearhead

God’s love refused again.

But now as at the ending

The low is lifted high

The stars shall bend their voices

And every stone shall cry.

And every stone shall cry,

In praises of the child

By who’s decent among us

The worlds are reconciled.

And as for her alone

Through meeting her bouquet of death

She’s still alive; feels her body sweet

The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother

Forcing to let her taste

Her own dark fear and pain

But out of breath-

She sees another child

ache

dreaming of

one breeze

sucking the shingle

and three birds

in a wide sky

And she believes

No matter how stars bend all their voices

Or how these stones silently cry

But her eyes have permitted every colour

After the first death, there is no other…

No, there shall be, no other…

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