Sometimes, only sometimes, things work out
And sort themselves in a certain rhythm
Oh man Oh man that’s fucking beautiful when that happens
Sa Re Ga Ma Pa
Pristine. Pristine, my friends.
The totality of rhyme and rhythm; whole yet not whole
Look in the eyes of creation as its being created and cry out!
Hey, by the way, have you heard of that inside voice?
That voice of reason, muffled between the humdrum of your heart?
That GPS guiding you through life, one turn at a time?
Trust that voice above all others.
That voice is fucking divine….
You do get where I am getting at?
Why focus on the discords and destructive interferences?
When the mutuality and the commonness can bring us all closer?
Khusro Nizam ke bal bal jaye
Mohe suhāgan kīnhī re mose nainā milāike
Beat that T.S Eliot XD