Ode to her love.

Her walk, her talk,
Her eyes, her smiles.
Her love, flows profusely,
Like the never-ending Nile.

Her fingers, her touch,
Her kisses, her cries.
Her children survive.
The heart ripping goodbyes.

Her arms, our face,
We run, she holds.
Our soul yearns for her warmth,
The wide world so cold.

Her lap, our cradle,
Her words, lullaby.
Her child whispers,
“I love you mom”.
Appreciate her all your life,
Cause, rivers run dry,
As time passes by........

Schiller, Hen Ree - I Will Follow You

Am I?

Am I?
A traveller?
No I'm not.
Yes, I do travel in my dreams, to the unknown.
And the harsh realities I mourn.

A scientist?
No I'm not.
Yes, I do experiment with emotion.
And have experienced retaliation in its brutal form for my notion.

A wanderer?
Yes I am.
I stare; I gaze at the blue skies, the green life.
I fly like the abandoned kite.
Making way, flying strong against the raging wind,
The violent breeze conspires to tear me apart,
For I have sinned.

I rule my world,
I ask myself, am I an obsessive and possessive ruler?
The magic of life and its beauty I have rediscovered.
I want it all for me.
I'm the tallest and strongest between the devil and the deep blue sea.
I'd nail all who would try to snatch this away from me.

I soar up high to the light and claim my kingdom.
Unaware this flight would deceive me.
I fall and I’m disfigured completely.
Tangled I lay upon the branch of a tree
Now that I lay low and feel weak
I ponder on all my deeds when I was free.
I misjudged the wind and my strength
Now all my wrongdoings are killing me.

Music elevates my soul

Everybody draws inspiration from music, well me too.

But the difference is the kind of music I listen to. When friends go through my play list, they end up saying sad music! I would not say western influence has got their world spinning around because the European influence has got me spinning too. But they find new age sad! That’s what bothers me.
There are few who know what new age is. Well, it is food to my soul. Any song with a new age element keeps me going, be it House, Club, Trance or Psytrance. I relate my music to people; music describes the kind of person you are. It reflects your thoughts, traits, beliefs and the qualities you like to be surrounded by.
All of us have a favourite song we like to listen to, every single damn day without fail. Now-a-days, my morning begins with this one particular song and ends with it too. I feel an adrenaline rush through my body. It’s like a stimulant, my head absorbs, making me listen to it, the words, the voice and the music is like races down to my legs, my toes making them numb, transcending into rapture. Finally a dead end and I surrender.
"I feel you...
In every stone
In every leaf of every tree
You´re ever grown
(That you ever might have grown)

I feel you...
In every thing
In every river that might flow
In every seed you might have sown

I feel you...
In every rain
In every beating of my heart
Each breath I take
(In every breath I’ll ever take)

I feel you...
Anyway...
In every tear that I might shed
In every word I’ve never said

I feel you..."

- Schiller feat. Peter Heppner (Leben)