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Strange, Very strange...!

Life, times, experiences... glimpses of the after-world





And your bird can fly*

Tuesday, February 12, 2008


A needle, a few tools, colorful threads and the exquisite
feeling of flowing words, I set out to weave my poem (She's not there.)

An imposing image of her as the hands set in motion,
she smiles through the thin veil of perception. (She's so far away-)

Aloof, longing and frosty eyed; she dances in between the threads. tommorow brings us closer just a little bit more so.

An aching spread of intoxicated whiffs, calms her down
the unsettling music offers no door. (Just for now;)


F A R

S
I
GHT

All across the great divides the threads lodge themselves in
bringing to the empty space, splashes of her in reminiscence.

Even the most beauteous creation, falls just a little short.
the essence isn't around, the aroma masked.

Tear away the space, rip apart the colours.
blunted needles and a longing desire (Its done now and what)

Far away the bird cruises in the skies.
revelling in flights of fancy, yet disconcertingly so;

The Poem becomes her.


Song Update : Dianne Reeves - When I Fall (Instrumental)

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A shaman's visit to the city

Thursday, June 07, 2007






A charged weekend night in the city,
and the city people geared up to be washed over.
The slightest hint of rain clouds greeting the happy clouds,
and the confluence was quite a sight.

Like a flock of charged beings we headed to the altar
of the shaman with his console, electricity in the air
and soma flowing freely amongst the believers and otherwise.
A breakbeat and the shaman took us all in his stride.

Hit by a wave of exhilarating energy, the masses gathered,
taking in the vibes, which at times were bouncy, grungy, loopy
or downright loaded with a blasting energy, jumping around and
letting ourselves go, we danced the energy dance.

Twisted spirals and a multiverse of sound layers,
one plane at a time and there was only one way to go,
Higher. Engulfed by the soundscapes coupled with bursts of energy
and breakdowns and colour and more energy.

As the energy rose at every plane, the crowd burst out into
a hysteric wave of madness and shouting chants,
to the shaman who would lead us there, somewhere.
A plane of sights, sounds and colourful people
channeling the pure and divine energy which bounced around the
arena.

The experience ended with the want for more of the fluid flow,
exhausted beings, like flower children who hung their head
yet full of colour and the bright hope of a new dawn,
the resonating ended and gradually the beings recomposed
and recollected themselves, headed out with a head full of music
and colour and a diminishing state of underlying trance.

The bounties of fulfilled expressions and emotions,
flew out with the music themselves, a touch of liberation
and an unexpected feeling of contentment overpowered us all.
It rained that night in the city, as we got out and were washed
away by nature's sweetest emotion.

Oh yes! oh oh yes! We had the party of our lives!





Song update: Becoming Insane - Infected Mushroom

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