Symphony

I am for once intrigued
by the melodies created by musicians
by the picture made using notes in their key boards
and tunes from their violins and colors from
their guitars

and again the collage of different sounds
and emotions pasted together
taking from the palette of nature and
the genius of the creator

i wonder
where do these notes come from
how do they make a symphony
and take you to an unknown realm
how sometimes words join the symphony
with music encircling them
entwined in an erratic motion

words and sounds and colors
and the symphony of their moves
i wonder again
is it the genius of the creator ?
or is it the genius, the creator ?

peppy music

fallen leaves
lonely road
trees on either side
peppy music
floating through the air

early morning
warm sun
peppy music
floating through the air

warm coffee
pleasant rays of the sun
playing hide and seek with the leaves
trotting through the road
sipping in the caffeine

peppy music mixed with
the sound of waves lapping the rocks
sea shore in the distance
trotting through the road
sipping in the caffeine

sea gulls and crabs
sunbathing tourists
seashells and mystic curios
dancers in the platform
and peppy music
floating through the air

freebird

here i am
spreading wings far apart
flying across the blue sky
spotting fields of wheat
and stack of hay

here i am
a freebird flying to no place
nothing is binding no wind is forcing
me to fly to that place

here i am
a freebird
here i am

when you have nothing to do

when a child is born, it never had to do anything
it knew when it needed milk and cried for it
it knew what was pleasure and tried to seek it
and then it got conditioned
to do things for survival
to stand things which it did not like
and now...
...now it does not know what to do
when it does not have to do anything

phil

when it lasts

why do we need to lose something
before missing it?
why do they need to be away
before liking them?
why do we not value something
when it lasts?
why do we have to think back
and say those were the times?
why is life not joyful
when it happens?

passion

the sea was always calm
and played a melancholy silence
painted the dark blue sky with
touches of nostalgia and poignancy

and it slowly changed
and painted a scene
with blue and dark images of passion
with waves dancing full of life
and winds blowing in harmony
and the birds flying back in flocks

while the sun was setting ahead
the message was now different
that life is passion, it is not a struggle
an enactment of the search for beauty
full of energy and boundless charm
and to find the peace within
to see the world through a new lens
one which can see beauty and nothing else
maybe love and music and colors of trinkets
that the wars are not glamorous
neither honor, nor style
that the drops of passion that has fallen
into pieces of work, that drops of love
shared with people around
and that wakes you up the next day
full of boundless zeal and cheerful form

-phil

the branch

the universe has branched into two
the one where i am
and the one where you are