To music realised

There is a dream like quality to you
A subtle soft charm that touches my life
Like the sheerest of muslins
Almost there but not quite
An escaping moment
A soft breeze
Your voice still plays softly in the humdrum of my daily life
And there it shall stay a dream not realised, a hint of first rain
An idea too beautiful to be defined by the harsh colours of life :)

I have decided to stay away from Blogging. Those who've been regularly going through it, thanks a lot, it was very kind of you. :)
However I now think I should stop broadcasting random opinion.

So long and Thanks for All the Fish! :)

The bug

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you
how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
no one alerted you

I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps

It has bitten me finally, the bug of Classical Rock. My introduction to Western Music came with the Boy Bands and Pop Culture. English Music to me as a kid was defined by Boyzone and MLTR, limited to Backstreet Boys and Britney and all that lay in between. I am almost regretful today of the kind of music I subscribed to then.

Throughout college I diligently stayed away from Rock. To me there was something very repelling in the mass fad associated with it. In a young college campus you regularly bump into the wannabe pseudo rock fans, faking it only to get tagged as cool.

Something so flimsy could not hold my approval. But then as they say one should not judge a book by its covers, I was wrong all along.

Without much to do, I set about to explore the Kings and Queens of the Bohemian era. Little did I know I would catch the virus. My room now resounds with Knopfler, Floyd, Mercury, The Who et. al.