On a dark, dreary day Kissed by the Rain Devils Who launch a monstrous attack In the form of buckets Of water so cold That it sends shivers down your spine As you keep a brave face Confronted with a heap of work As tall as Mount Everest With every passing minute Despair creeps in And penetrates your system Infecting every nerve and bone Every artery and vein Until an epidemic breaks out As you are about to pass out An angel stirs inside you It seems to be saying something That sounds a lot like gibberish As you regain some of your senses You realize that the angel is singing And, all of a sudden Your head is filled with music Music that is so symmetrical That it is the very antithesis of noise With every beat Your foot begins to tap Your body begins to sway to and fro A fresh ray of light Begins to dawn upon you As it fills your mind and body Your heart and soul You begin to realise That the tide can be turned However, just as your resurgence is growing It is brutally thrown off the rails By a large and ugly boulder In the form of a Skype message Delivered by your tormentor-in-chief The boss, ably supported by his cronies The clients, reasonably unreasonable, as always However, though you may have lost the battle You can still win the war Because, the flame of Hope, once rekindled Can never be extinguished Thanks to music, you can dare to dream Such is the magic of Harris Jayaraj
My poem tribute to Harris Jayaraj, master musician of South India; and how listening to his music helps me deal with stress - especially at work.