This Is the Sound Of My Veins
by Fiza Pathan
Listen to the music; it is jarring and very deep.
It is resonating a distortion that drives the musician into a fit.
The electric guitar squeals into a painful sob
And the bass is meditating with the beat.
It is the sound of the devil, and the cry of the devil in my head.
This is a distorted and contorted life,
Where everything is not as it should really be.
The melody lifts me higher,
But the second I take my breath the ecstasy slips away.
To be in the passion of the moment I have to hold on tight
And press my face upon the speakers bleeding voice.
Disturbing sounds I hear,
I perceive a wail from the echoless violin in my brain.
The dancer cannot feel the beat of the rhythm,
But yet she dances like a joyful peacock in the light of thunder.
The lightning strikes my guitar,
And the vibrations it electrocutes through my being
Is driving me to insanity and bulldozes me
With an injection of hell in heaven’s Earth.
This is the ultimate reason to be included as a musical note
Mathematical symbols are floating in the ocean of distress.
This is the music of paradise,
Without accompaniment to raise the singing voice
To the acclaim of one and all.
The dancer misses not once the flow of the notes,
She squeals with delight
In a dark room full of the moans from the Abyss.
This is the song of the poet,
And the confusion of the elements in the holy piper’s flute.
As he seats himself upon the heavens,
Dictating to the immortals his last requiem.
Men often wander in the lost emptiness of space,
And hear no sound of this world’s departure.
Rest assured the gracious dancer will still dance in the night,
And beat the drum of darkness with sweat and blood.
This is the pedestrial of the omnipresent vocal prayer
That created you and me and this perilous surge to die to the beat.
So with the dancer we can cut some veins from our bodies,
And use them as strings for the viola.
Rub the oil of the blest candle upon our parts
And with the rod of silent abulations curse our stupidity.
Let the dancer rest now while it yet does not shine,
For tomorrow’s sunrise will never set again with the music.
This is the sound of music
This is the sound of time
This is the sound of space:
This is the sound of my veins.
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i have been reading your poetry for past few days. not sure, if i am quite understanding them but who cares, i loved every single line that i read so far!
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You are indeed a superb poet. The confusion of the elements and the jarring but profound music of life are splendid in your lines.
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Superbly written!!
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Exquisite…Music is like life…and it give the meaning of it…wonderful…!!!
Yes again you are right, music is quite like life…..sometimes…..it is better than life. 😀
There is such a stillness, and peace in these lines : beauty too, rising like morning mist. Do you realise how beautiful your life is Fiza… love your work…
Thank you for understanding my modest efforts. This peace is found with a lot of difficulty, but when it is found……it feels like nothing within everything 😀