Music spreads its wings all over the firmament. It lights up the world below---a myriad of sounds and colours burst from the river of its soul so poignantly—an invitation to the realm of endless beauty and wonder. Music says: life is for love, beauty, joy and celebration and all that which transcends over pain and sorrow- first the suffering but, lo, the light shines after the end of the dark tunnel and once more our hearts revive and we begin to embrace life all over again, in greater intensity and gratitude. The heart breaks a thousand times but is reborn--even if such resurrection comes very slowly. Life is an endless river and we flow with it but it is only in love and faith, in patience and the pursuit of truth that we become what we dreamt to be. Once we have arrived at the pinnacle of what our heart has longed for over so many years of the past, we will then be larger than life--and even death itself- those who dwell in love and faith live immortally in their hearts.
The face of life is a language of sorrow
Energise your mind lest before long it were to turn into a museum and leave you behind
Time does not stop as long as your heartbeats continue to throb
A good poetry- line is a day's enough sunshine
For Wittgenstein The essence is kept in the unsaid
The heart refuses to surrender its innermost secrets even to its owner
Love is both an eye-opener and (believe me) an eye-shutter
....but for memory so many would not have suffered so deeply
The greatest grievance: the self and its burden ' the desire of the moth for the star'* and has all its dreams painfully broken. (* from Shelley)