Come,
Spend another moment with me
Be the chorus to this melody
Be the refrain that drives me insane
Be unabashed and unashamedly you.
The tempest, the temptress, relentless
Leaving me restless and battling with verbosity
Reeling too…
Cos I’m feeling you
As I stutter and stumble,
over the intensity of the chemistry,
within the brevity of that moment
That moment you spent with me
Dazed within your gaze,
I was revelling in you
My..what a rendezvous!
How decadent…
Such a treat, however fleeting it was,
What a meeting it was
Leaving my heart beating through my skin
Breathing heavy with a devilish grin.
Now,
I wanna feel your refrain again
Whisper your name again
Indulgently…
Intentionally
Lay you next to me
Simmering with subtle intensity
Staring… impatiently
Unapologetically
Daring you to be unsubtle with me
Well,
What do you say…Pallavi?
Spend another moment with me?
Bas ek pal? 😛 (Just one moment)
Tag: music
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Pallavi (The Refrain)
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No man No cry
This is in tribute to a favourite song of mine No man No cry by Jimmy Sax:
How does the sax man do it?
What’s in those notes that pull with beautiful pain?
It hurts so bad as the sax screams ‘no man no cry!’
No cry? But the journey is down a path where something died—
A part of me,
A world that ended,
Smouldering slowly..
That sax… killing me softly,
A heady nostalgic concoction flowing into my veins.
I’m shaking, but the high is fleeting,
I want to make my heart stop beating.
Succumb to the sound,
Get lost in the memory I just found.
Or is it a reverie? I can’t be sure,
There is no cure,
There is no cure.
Such is the sound,
The sax is tearing me down.
On my knees, I’m begging stop!
Please don’t stop!
Wait!
My heart… it’s remembering something,
It hurts but it’s beautiful,
This memory that was once and then never to be.
Stop but don’t stop please!
What are you doing to me?
I’m losing myself,
Dancing with ghosts to this haunting melody.
Wait, I recognize these visages,
These evanescent mirages swirling just out of reach,
Twirling faster as the high notes screech.
It burns but please don’t stop!
There’s a beauty in this beyond words,
Way beyond cognition,
An inferno from another realm,
Ignited by each note of your rendition.
You’ve killed me once again…
And as I come blinking back to life,
The mirages fade,
My heart wipes a tear.
I failed you, sax man,
You said: ‘No man no cry.’
I’d say I tried…
But that would be a lie
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Waiting for the drop
Tears of joy are rare, if ever, for me,
Except when the music plays…
They teeter on the edge,
As if to bear witness,
To the thick air of the rave,
To that hush before the drop,
To the pause before the moment stops.That tear…
Limbers up like a gymnast poised to tumble
Through the canopy of my lashes,
Cutting a shimmering hue down my cheek,
Waiting for the moment to stop.In that moment, the self unravels,
In that moment, silence reigns.
As the crescendo peaks and the bass resonates through every fiber,
Rippling like a pebble-struck ocean,
I cannot fathom this ethereal epiphany,
Coursing through every plane of my former self.Is it within or without?
My soul flirts with the frequencies,
Converging at the event horizon.
The heart and the beat are one.
Enveloped in sound, the crowd dissolves.
We are one.
Here comes the pause.
Hairs stand to attention.
A quivering breath escapes.
And then…
The drop.A tsunami crashes through the barriers of my core,
Pure ecstasy swells to the fore,
As the drop collides head-on with the shore.
Succumbing to the waves, we are all submerged…
We are alone, no more.
And as that first wave retreats,
That stubborn tear finally tumbles and falls to the floor.
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