Piano tiles

Conversation with a writer is like reading a book. A book written by them about themselves. The listener has to be very careful while these people speak. Because metaphorical language is what these people have fallen in love with. And often they drop some hints about the problems that are crouching in the shadows of their life.

Unexpected things happen from unexpected people that open a whole new world for exploration. A Pen and paper or a keyboard and screen are the best friends of a writer. The one which they trust beyond the limit. But what should one do about this unstable mind and wandering heart? There are times when even best friends are helpless. And yet we are not alone, are we? There’s always a helping hand. And for us, it’s of our other close friend, Music.

As I mentioned earlier about the whole new world of exploration; I found it too. Few days ago in a conversation with a beautiful and young girl, who happens to be a brilliant writer too, I realized how strongly music could connect to our personal lives. Few lines could change your perspective about something.

‘Most of the things we write, tend to be about things that make us sad too. Why is that? Way to escape it or to express? Could be both. Or just maybe to accept some things’, she quoted.

I could not deny the truth these lines hold. No life is a simple one. A Happy life is a myth. We are fooling ourselves by saying everything will be alright as before. It’s not possible even in a parallel universe. Because once the damages are done they could only be repaired. You never end up where you thought you wanted to be. That’s life.

A five-minute song could sum up your whole state of vexation. And we gaily accept to lose ourselves in the musical cosmos. There are times when we are in despair; there is so much to let out, but no one to take that in. Maybe, there is someone who would like to listen to us, but then we are the people who easily trust the words. And that happens to be the exact reason that we don’t open up easily. We are afraid of being stabbed by our words. This is where we chose to put the earphones on and hit the play button. Because it is the world where there is no one to judge. The world where we speak to ourselves in the form of music.

And sometimes a social media platform comes in as a lifesaver. It’s only after we put the chaotic thoughts into meaningful sentences when our disconsolate mind finds some peace. And again the one who came to the rescue of this lost soul are the words. So let it be in the form of our thoughts by writing them down or in the form of others’ thoughts through the songs, they are the words who support and rebuild us.

These are some beautiful lines from one of my favorite songs:

All around me are familiar faces

Worn out places, worn out faces.

And I find it kind of funny

I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

I find it hard to tell you,

I find it hard to take

When people run in circles it’s a very, very Mad world..

The question left behind to haunt us all of our lives is, Are music and paper the only places where we could find peace? Or is there still some place exists where we could dare to trust again and where someone could try to understand just for once than to be understood?



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