अँधेरे की आवाज़

सुनानी किसको है साहब,

अपनी इस बेसुरी आवाज़ को,

बस मन है की,

इस दिल में छुपे अँधेरे को आवाज़ दूँ...

 

किसी मंजिल के लिए नहीं,

हर दिन चलने की चाहत से करते हैं ...

किसी मतलब के लिए नहीं,

संगीत तोह हम मोहब्बत के लिए करते हैं ...

Sluts for Life.

Yes, life is awesome, yet very often its perplexing ups and downs feel like throbbing of wild fornication. The emotional resonance with a song reminds one of one's own life experience. One can't help but notice a poetic metaphor. There is a choice offered through life's ups and downs. Choice that pertains to the experience of life itself. One can experience the throbbing as someone being unwillingly torn-apart and raped. One can also experience them as an intense surrender and merging, a key to the super-consciousness. These sinusoidal ups and downs of life. No matter how huge, they are waves after all. I can choose to let them flood my senses and drown me in the ignorant darkness. Or I can seek the Shiva within and surf on this wave. Dancing.

PostScript: I could feel a groove inside me. Dying to come out. I just started playing it. Didn't care much on its origin. A few days later, it was the Awaari song, sung by the same intense feminine voice of Momina as Nawazishein Karam. It's been on loop ever since - accompanying me through the piercing of both body and mind.