Life, I muse, is like some of the old Hindi film songs I listen to.
I enjoy the music, the voice, the score
l close my eyes at its soft melody.
I know the meaning of a few words here and there, a refrain or two
A word, a phrase, a sentence - and the thread breaks - and yet somehow
I catch the drift, and watch it, like wine being poured into my cup.
Over the years, I learn a few more words
The song is more meaningful, though gaps of ignorance remain.
At this twilight, I listen, straining to look deeper
And smile to myself - I will never understand the song in full.
Blessed are those who know the language of life.
************** Balachandran V, Trivandrum 01.04.2012
The language of life- the mystery of it is perhaps what makes the curiosity enjoyable and awe. Don't you think so?
ReplyDeleteThe same matters to the old genre Hindi film songs.
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One does not know the words to understand its essence; which I am sure you experience and enjoy.
ReplyDeleteAnd as Anil said, the pleasure is more in exploring the unknown - be in places, women or music ;-)
@Anil, @Insignia: Mysteries could be tiresome after some time...
ReplyDeleteindeed sir blessed are those who know the language of life ..
ReplyDeleteBut then If i know what i am doing it will become monotonous.. boring
luckily out there on the street I have no idea who i will meet or see or what i will face .. thats the beauty of it all ..
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How beautiful!
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