I don’t really know when I heard it first, but that one chord slurred all my chords inside me. And till today I swing, I dance, I sing, I cry, I go mad hearing it. What addiction, what love, what curiosity is hidden behind it I’m not able to figure it out. I still search for it in the early day, sunny afternoon, dusky evenings, late nights in the sky, around me, wherever I go. But like we say nothing comes before time and destiny.
Hearing it every time I go to that wonderland where there is peace, love, positivity, fairness. Where, I am able to judge myself. Find myself that who I’m I? What am I doing here? In this poor earth where money is god and human a slave.
That path in which I travel is so pure, so serene, so placid that takes me to its world where there is just cadence, rhythm, tempo, pace where I can hear only their relatives.
Their psychosis, their sanity touches my soul, my spirit and purifies my thoughts, my beliefs, and my deprived philosophy which I think is the unsurpassed paramount I inherit. Where I see my own perception, my own acuity, my shade of life, different from me.
Whenever I take notice of it, it transcends me. In whatever mood im whether contented, pleased, repulsive, obnoxious, I’m transformed into a blessed soul hearing it! Life becomes even, manageable.
My hunt for it will never end. I’ll still look it to the fore. I’ll search for it in my dreams and create a pathway for it to reach me. I will multiply the message it forwarded it to me so that everyone like me attains self-determination and adore what they have.
I will edify the Rhythm less, the pulse less, the ones to whom it didn’t reach.
I’d be happy to do something worthwhile and sought way to reduce my peccadilloes.
