Meeting the Ocean
I walked aimlessly without an umbrella as it drizzled quietly. It was dark, though the street lights were awake and saw themselves shivering in puddles. There was no sign of life on the street. A tune (in Sindhu Bhairavi) kept following me.
It was as though I was flowing on the road. The beauty of the scent of wet earth seemed indistinguishable from that of the notes. Before I knew, I was humming. It seemed as though all the roads lead to a single road and all the little channels of water flowed into one.
Then there was an intense interlude on Saxophone …I was humming it too, of course. Time seemed to flow slower than usual. I seemed to grow and expand into the surroundings. It was as though all the longing was all set to meet the ocean, as though all was going to be unified into something singular, as if supreme order was taking over chaos.
NOTE: These weak words don’t (and can’t) mean the experience, words don’t even come close. They remain a cheap imitation of the experience and a product of my silly inclination to translate notes and experiences into them.
It was as though I was flowing on the road. The beauty of the scent of wet earth seemed indistinguishable from that of the notes. Before I knew, I was humming. It seemed as though all the roads lead to a single road and all the little channels of water flowed into one.
Then there was an intense interlude on Saxophone …I was humming it too, of course. Time seemed to flow slower than usual. I seemed to grow and expand into the surroundings. It was as though all the longing was all set to meet the ocean, as though all was going to be unified into something singular, as if supreme order was taking over chaos.
NOTE: These weak words don’t (and can’t) mean the experience, words don’t even come close. They remain a cheap imitation of the experience and a product of my silly inclination to translate notes and experiences into them.
posted by Deepthi @ 12:56 am
3 Comments:
At 12:38 pm,
Bala said…
WOW it is a beautiful feeling. The emotions influence our reason and our comprehension create beauty.
At 1:30 pm,
Bala said…
I walked aimlessly without an umbrella as it drizzled quietly. It was dark, though the street lights were awake and saw themselves shivering in puddles. There was no sign of life on the street. A tune (in Sindhu Bhairavi) kept following me.
>>You know how to create an emotion, I think it will be right if you take Cinema as your weapon or medium, where you can express better than any movie directors ( Not Mani, he he he). The above scene perfect to Picturize a feeling of solitude, void. It remembered me some scenes in Roman Polanski's The Pianist ( when ever I see the movie I feel like to become a movie maker, to capture humanity and love, aha haaa)
It was as though I was flowing on the road. The beauty of the scent of wet earth seemed indistinguishable from that of the notes. Before I knew, I was humming. It seemed as though all the roads lead to a single road and all the little channels of water flowed into one.
>> Again you run into the "oneness", like my mother believe that there is something beyond our comprehension ( in science). I asked her what is it, she told me " tell me how the morning and night happening with out any fault as we do always faults. I was happy for for her understanding of God.
Then there was an intense interlude on Saxophone …I was humming it too, of course. Time seemed to flow slower than usual. I seemed to grow and expand into the surroundings. It was as though all the longing was all set to meet the ocean, as though all was going to be unified into something singular, as if supreme order was taking over chaos.
>> I like the details of your thought.
"Time seem to flow slower" yes psychological time depends on our emotions.
" I seemed to grow and expand into the surroundings." I think this means you start understanding bigger world.
The last line again your trade mark of believing there is single theory, single reality, there is ONE. I don't know I'm happy with multiple realities!
At 8:46 pm,
Deepthi said…
On second thoughts, I am happy with multiple realities too. I dont believe in God (in either sense: a personal god or a creative force...another blog on this is on its way). But this stand is a consequence of rational contemplation. When I listen to music, all this breaks down and I can only sense a universal order.
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