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In deep layers of silence I used to hear music, without words or instruments it did flow, the birds used tell me- secrets of listening to nature. Parakeets spoke in resonances of green crows and egrets complemented again and again, the music, I thought, was a divine hallucination, but now it all turns upside down, You, complain you keep on hearing someone crying, from within. I see eyes welling up, which are those memories that blow up, surge out? Shh..keep quiet for a moment, a commotion is getting nearer and nearer, the ice caps are melting, but who cares, the crowd has no mind, they are braying for blood, Whose blood? their own, but can the blind distinguish? *"come, this is my blood, drink it, cut this bread in to pieces, eat it, be satisfied.."*
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Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 7:24 AM UTC
Sit Quiet
In deep layers of silence I used to hear music, without words or instruments it did flow, the birds used tell me- secrets of listening to nature. Parakeets spoke in resonances of green crows and egrets complemented again and again, the music, I thought, was a divine hallucination, but now it all turns upside down, You, complain you keep on hearing someone crying, from within. I see eyes welling up, which are those memories that blow up, surge out? Shh..keep quiet for a moment, a commotion is getting nearer and nearer, the ice caps are melting, but who cares, the crowd has no mind, they are braying for blood, Whose blood? their own, but can the blind distinguish? *"come, this is my blood, drink it, cut this bread in to pieces, eat it, be satisfied.."*
k-balachandran
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k-balachandran
Indian
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 7:24 AM UTC
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