Friday, March 28, 2008

Anyone out there?

Anyone awake??
Someone wanna talk????
Not that I'm free right now. I have a lot of work to do. A major submission coming up for which I have to act FAST. I also have to wake up tomorrow early for the annual day at the corporation school where me and my classmates have duty. I am also very sleepy.
But I wanna talk...........
My music is my greatest companion and I am free spirit to empowered aura from one song to the next.
But I wanna someone....!!!
I have soooo much to doooo....
But I don't feel like being alone...
I want to sleeeeep....
But I wanna talk first....
Let's talk about Sufism
Let's talk about the magical coincidence of reciprocated love (how does it happen that often?! )
Let's talk about the wondrous beauty of sleep
Let's dream of desert sands swirling to the beat of drums
Let's drift away on a wave towards infinity....

OK I think I need to sleep!!!!


Anonymous said...

where are u??? lets talk :-p heheh guess u have gone to sleep..

nice one..spontaneous :)

Kingdom of Estarra said...

"I'm wide awake...
I'm not sleeping
Oh no, no"
- U2

Lol.. :P Couldn't resist

Vimal said...

You love North African music, dont you?! you shld read The English Patient - watch the movie first and then read the book. It's a spiritual experience, trust me!

Count Almasy says, in the book - "The desert could not be claimed or owned - it was a piece of cloth carried by winds, never held down by stones, and given a hundred shifting names long before Canterbury existed, long before battles and treaties quilted Europe and the East. Its caravans, those strange rambling feasts and cultures, left nothing behind, not an ember. All of us, even those with European homes and children in the distance, wished to remove the clothing of our countries. It was a place of faith. We disappeared into the landscape. Fire and sand. We left the harbours of oasis. The places water came to and touched...Ain, Bir, Wadi, Foggara, Khottara, Shaduf. I didn't want my name against such beautiful names. Erase the family name! Erase nations! I was taught such things by the desert."

He loved the desert as if it were a lover. That book is the most moving string of words I have ever come across! Its poetry!

Kingdom of Estarra said...

That makes a lot of sense actually. It reminds me of Santiago's experience in 'The Alchemist', only much more eloquently worded.

"I didn't want my name against such beautiful names. Erase the family name! Erase nations!"

That is something that strikes me deeply. In the face of such natural splendour, man seems so minute. You just want to be one with nature then, to vanish into it.