Can the musical instruments dream of a world without cacophony?
Would you forsake your forest for an unknown tree?
I dream of symphonies, I dream of sonnets
Of ripples moving across this pond of consciousness
A world filled with colours I'd never seen in schools
Let me paint a picture of my dreams for you
I dream of a bassline, murmuring of an elated time
As an old man holds tiny hands around his frail fingers
And with his selfless morality, his ethical values
The world of my symphonic dream attains its roots
I dream of violins, breaking the void
Like a girl taking birth in a world of androids
And with her bow, she takes the world by surprise
They are human too, with her voice, they realize
I dream of drums, in the rhythmic chaos
Of a boy whose flight knows no recourse
And with his sense of wonder, the world learns
That time is just a signature of birthday candle burns
I dream of flutes, and the glorious ragas
In the fruits of a hard day's labour of a father
And with the cloak of protection and security
The world learns a lesson of consistency and harmony
I dream of dulcimer, in its melodious urgency
Like the hurried rest of a mother for her babies
And with her selfless benevolence the world feels
A little more tranquil, a little less lonely
I dream of guitars, I dream of hurdy gurdys
At the heart of distortion, a dexterous mystery
And with its mystic, optimistic tune
My world dances with the joy of equality and love
And then I wake up
I wake up to violence, wake up to deceit
To hunger and poverty and grief-stricken teens
To a war of colour and race and gender
Where hope for peace is a mind bender
As I look around I find myself
Taking part in the cacophony that betrays my dreams
Breaking down symphonic attempts of the brave
And silently subscribing to the murder of repentance
Let's join our hands and fight for a world
Where no harmonic dream is in minority
As you place your head on that comfy pillow tonight
Pluck the strings of your heart for a future radiant and bright
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2023-11-27 at 07:11
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A Musical Dream
If I fly toward the stars, would you come with me?Would you forsake your forest for an unknown tree?
I dream of symphonies, I dream of sonnets
Of ripples moving across this pond of consciousness
A world filled with colours I'd never seen in schools
Let me paint a picture of my dreams for you
I dream of a bassline, murmuring of an elated time
As an old man holds tiny hands around his frail fingers
And with his selfless morality, his ethical values
The world of my symphonic dream attains its roots
I dream of violins, breaking the void
Like a girl taking birth in a world of androids
And with her bow, she takes the world by surprise
They are human too, with her voice, they realize
I dream of drums, in the rhythmic chaos
Of a boy whose flight knows no recourse
And with his sense of wonder, the world learns
That time is just a signature of birthday candle burns
I dream of flutes, and the glorious ragas
In the fruits of a hard day's labour of a father
And with the cloak of protection and security
The world learns a lesson of consistency and harmony
I dream of dulcimer, in its melodious urgency
Like the hurried rest of a mother for her babies
And with her selfless benevolence the world feels
A little more tranquil, a little less lonely
I dream of guitars, I dream of hurdy gurdys
At the heart of distortion, a dexterous mystery
And with its mystic, optimistic tune
My world dances with the joy of equality and love
And then I wake up
I wake up to violence, wake up to deceit
To hunger and poverty and grief-stricken teens
To a war of colour and race and gender
Where hope for peace is a mind bender
As I look around I find myself
Taking part in the cacophony that betrays my dreams
Breaking down symphonic attempts of the brave
And silently subscribing to the murder of repentance
Let's join our hands and fight for a world
Where no harmonic dream is in minority
As you place your head on that comfy pillow tonight
Pluck the strings of your heart for a future radiant and bright
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
Read 105 times
Written on 2023-11-27 at 07:11
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