The Solace of a Song

A love song
On the radio-
Startles, and I am
Transported,
Yet again!

Mindless
Endless
Limitless

Timeless...

In this
Shrieking
Screaming
Pandemonium

Yet again,
Transported...

To that Peaceful Glade;
The freshness of a filling Silence;
To the Aura of a
Secure, Warm, Sheltering
Cloak-

Wondrous...
How a love song
Helps you find that
Solace of Insanity
In the Oasis of Silence
Amidst the Desert of Existence,
Surrounded by the
Babel of Sanity.

All because,
Of a Song?



Usha, 21 March, '08

Your Music...

Your Music...

on the
wind
(chime)
I hang


..........f.......o........r.........y........o........u..........

............e..........v..........e............e..........b...........t.............

........r..........e............j............a..........L.........t...........

...v.............r.............o................r..........i..........e.....

......e.............w............i..............n...........v..........r..........

.n.................h.............c.............i..............i...........L.....

....t..................e.............i.............n..............o............y.......

.......L...............L.............n.............g..............u....................

............y.............m..............g...........................s....................

..........................e................................................................

....................d.......................................................


mesmerized.
to be that;
to play
the notes
endlessly
tenderly

(of)

Lovingly.....
Obviously....
Vivaciously.
Eternally....






Usha, 16 March, '08

At a Concert, one evening...

Holding onto that last breath
that dying note

delivering it with such life;

a tone that Eternity promised,
in its gift of the Infinite;

Of the priceless
the invaluable;

The cadence of deliverance!


Usha, 1983

Down Memory Lane...

To that strain
of a faint echo..

A familiar melody
of long ago..

My heart dances
in delight!

As from the world
of silence in a
concrete jungle
to the soulful cacophony
of nature..

Or to a deaf mute
given a miracle of
sound, spectacular –

I re-discover a magic
strumming the chords of a
harp in my heart.

Finding solace in
memories of music
of long ago..

A tingling of goose bumps
In melodies so dear-

A quiet on my soul
in harmony with myself..

That’s what that trip
down memory lane -
in music so dear -
just gifted me!!

Usha...3 May 07, before dawn..:)