Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Scribbled life

Awake.


How does a random voice make such an impact into a life of apathy.. every note which strived itself to leave a lasting impression. Music.. I never thought that you are as beautiful as a figure of a stranger passing by. The mystery of your sound echoed and called me back to life. It softened the sharp edges of the thorns of my cursed life. 

I thought I never had the ear for any melody; but you proved me wrong. You made me realize that there had been a place in my life where rythm lives.. it had just been sleeping for a long time. 

Your voice was the lullaby that awakened me.. and gave my heart a chance to rest in an unfammiliar yet warm melody.