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Music That's Called Words....

" I slept uneasy last night" What would you interpret, if I say so? if at all you will. These are just an randomly arranged group of alphabets. They may mean a thousand things to a thousand different people. Every word in it may have different connotations for minds that have different rhythms flowing through them. No, I'm not talking absurdity. You can counter act me, saying that it means just what it is supposed to mean.That I slept uneasy the forgone night. I am no philosopher to make theories or deduce new variables or laws to define what I mean to say. Neither am I so good in expression that I may make you believe what I see in these words. But then that is the whole point of me writing this. Words have life.Just like we have one.Some are proud of it, others fret it, yet a few denounce it. But everyone has it. Words are pointless and they have a point to make. Words have their own feelings, when some believe that words are expressions of feelings.


IndianRed, That's what they called it... The couch and its colour How strange that things can fall under the collage of happenstance, He never believed in co-occurances, scepticism at its best... An Indian in the red blazing heat of Saharan desert, Even the hue spread by the subdued lamp sitting across the cozy lounge,where he lay now Exhausted, and slightly befuddled, brought back memories of those summers... How often they rambled pass his defences, the mirage-like hues of the Egyptian desolate.. These wafty fumes of mystic incense, some kind of Arabian soothing trick, the hostess had said, rather enigmatically... Even this triggered his oflactives into wild tremors, as if it was searching for something congrous, the aroma that had kept him intruiged, for the week long stay in the land of pyramids, maybe... Coincidences? No... He was just in love with the hues that the desert painted.... -Ashk