Sense and Souls

Some days I fall, some nights I rise; From darkness to light I revive. In the summers of sun and shine Do I bask to my heart’s glory, Like cold and warm winters of mine My sky blooms with clouds ivory. Then the rain comes and the storm I fear some, even at others I gloom. But stars do spark bright and clear And I come out of my shell to cheer, Breaking loose the chained walls, doors I flap my wings and higher it soars. The phoenix as I turn me into To survey all I ever step into. The delicate me hides the naïve cells, Then I craft my pain to stronger petals Unveiling the agonies of untold cries Opening windows to happier skies.

  Just like the words of my own lyrics. I do not know them as well. Although the words stay with me when I begin the journey together, they seem to overtake me, that feeling of the initial time of scribbling them. In the middle of that journey, the words take the shape of something else, something totally out of my reach or maybe just my imagination can catch. And then they take me to a different world, a realm of rhythm and music which plays at the backdrop when I begin visualizing anything. It makes me visualize a blurred face. Someone with a cap trying to hide his nervousness, restlessness, and vulnerability in it. Someone who wears the garb of a confident singer which he definitely is, but at the same time dons a defensive pose to protect himself from the unwanted attention. Someone whose voice used to keep every awestruck mind in a spell (yes, spell again!), transporting them almost to a different kind of trance only they can feel and understand. Or maybe, I am the only mind w...