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I can turn down the volume Not switch off the tape recorder It starts somewhere deep In the middle, mid-pant A kind of dull throbbing Reminding you of you Incessant drone, like a shruti peti A glass barrier, that distorts … Continue reading
music should deliver you from yourself. it should be like swiping a chord in nostalgia’s shop, and buying eternity for a moment. the earth of our very being should shake and beauty should slip into the crevice of our tired … Continue reading
Imagine a wisp of sound deftly riding the air and settling down slowly in the midst of an audience frozen in rapt ecstasy; Imagine a note taking flight, thrown into the air, gathering the silence around it, and wrapping the … Continue reading
There are forests in Ustad’s music. I roam through them. crazed, lost, madmast.