Music..

…was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”

- Maya Angelou

Realisation

“How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.”

- Thoreau

Lonely?

The man who walks alone without talking to himself is truly lonely.

Happiness?

….quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor….

- Tolstoy

 

Time it was..

…and what a time it was, it was
A time of innocence, a time of confidences
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph
Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you

Reminder

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss…..

The time is gone..

the song is over,

thought i’d something more to say..

Illusions?

And you wish you’d never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself just what am I doin’
On this road I’m walkin’, on this trail I’m turnin’
On this curve I’m hanging
On this pathway I’m strolling, in the space I’m taking
In this air I’m inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I running
What am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I’m playing, on this banjo I’m frailin’
On this mandolin I’m strummin’, in the song I’m singin’
In the tune I’m hummin’, in the words I’m writin’
In the words that I’m thinkin’…

-Dylan (Last Thoughts on Woodie Guthrie)

Anargha nimisham

Sweetest songs

Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts.

– P. B. Shelley