differentlywired

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In the quest to compose music through words..

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    The Interference

    A single waveform cruising through space,
    Reverberating to a curvy polynomial,
    Picking up variables on a free pass,
    Splicing dimensions as if it could straddle the universe,
    Powering up in a delusion that it's asymptotic,
    Reveling in its own differential harmonics,
    Gaining momentum like a juggernaut,
    Stretching so much that even the red shift couldn't keep up,
    Branding itself on a realm woven by its own frequency,
    A colossal polymorph existing only through transformation functions,
    But then came a sweet and simple binomial,
    A compelling, unassuming expression that just had to be assimilated,
    For how could a sphere not encompass a line,
    But the mathematical monstrosity faltered,
    With every attempt to synchronise,
    Decomposed and leveled by a mere interference,
    Wondering if Occam's Razor prevailed.

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    The Mellifluous Melancholy

    When your breath has been sucked out of you,
    When your rhythm has been scrambled,
    And all you hear is the sound of silence,
    When you no longer feel the rush of your blood coursing through you,
    When your spark has been drowned by waves of despair,
    Let yourself get buried and hit rock-bottom,
    For only in that stillness can you remember why life was worth it,
    For only the flashback can set you ablaze once more,
    For only the right pieces of your past can make you whole again,
    Let yourself sink to find your anchors,
    'Cause only then can you unmoor your ship and set sail once more,
    Let yourself be shattered,
    For only then can your core resurrect you in the right way,
    Embrace the pile of earth above you and become one with it,
    For only then can you emerge as a new sapling,
    Give in and fall into the abyss,
    For only then can you climb towards the light above,
    Let the guilt and regret fracture your soul,
    'Cause only then can you discover love that fills the cracks,
    And meaning that binds the splinters of your soul,
    Life was your mirror but you chose to only see everything and everyone around you,
    The present was your music but you danced to the tunes of your past,
    While waiting to sync with the rhythm of an unknown future,
    Let the tears swallow you,
    Let the oblivion engulf you,
    Let your muted wail resonate within you,
    Lose yourself in the chaos and become evanescent,
    For only then can your form be distinct on your messy canvas,
    And your heartbeat reset by the mellifluous melancholy.

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    The Binary Man

    Floating between states,
    Held together by the tug of opposing forces,
    Swinging between extremities,
    Sometimes seamlessly knit into the fabric of ordinary life,
    Sometimes swimming through the mundane to find the extraordinary,
    Soaking in the ambient noise,
    I transform it into my orchestral notes,
    Trying to compose music through words,
    Scurrying to grasp flashes of searing insights,
    Steering multiple lives while short of reigns,
    A part of me an echo chamber for everyone,
    Times when I'm clueless about who I am,
    I run through the tunnels winding back to my center,
    As I breathe in the balmy air of dusk,
    I settle into a steady rhythm guided by a focal point,
    Waiting for the waves to wash over me,
    Tearing through my metallic web of thoughts,
    Burning through the crust to melt into my core,
    Traversing a thousand journeys in every circumambulation,
    Chasing mindlessness to become mindful,
    Desperately clinging onto an ephemeral trance,
    Pulling down the sensory shutters to switch back to my binary form,
    I wind back the tape until it falls in place with the present,
    All I need now is a flywheel of perpetual motion,
    To unravel my story into the future.
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    The Invisible Doll-Maker

    A perpetual maelstrom,
    Constantly searching for an anchor,
    Clueless about who’s pulling the strings,
    Orchestrated by an invisible shape-shifting puppet-master, 
    The doll was once a man engulfed by his own shadows,
    Encapsulating a soul that imprisoned itself,
    Waiting for the song that could set it free,
    Hoping for the touch that could rekindle its spirit,
    Yearning for a life that time could not wear out,
    Groping for a way out of the concentric loops,
    Wondering what it means to be without objective,
    Thirsty for a drop of eternal inspiration,
    Its fluid dance never missing a pulse,
    Attempting to stir a quiver with its own rhythm,
    Awakening a crescendo that stops time in its tracks,
    Catching a glimpse of its reflection,
    On the edge where life and death are one,
    When stillness was indiscernible from motion,
    A delicate arc of resignation cuts across my wooden face,
    As I pull up the strings and smile at the hapless man in the mirror.
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    The Monsoon Rainbow

    It was just another Friday night,
    Dreary, balmy and wet,
    Pregnant with the smell of open sewers,
    Abuzz with the cacophonic traffic,
    A mechanical evening in a mechanical jungle,
    I monotonously tap, 'like' and key in,
    Amidst the many faces, I chance upon one,
    I feel my pulse waver ever so slightly,
    I beat it down as I always have,
    A few, unnoticed moments pass,
    You smile back,
    And the waver becomes a twitch,
    The interspersed moments are suddenly too visible,
    We start talking,
    And I find myself blurring out the white noise,
    I can't help noticing you over and over,
    From bacon wrapped prawns to your butterfly tattoo,
    I am mesmerized by you,
    And I am utterly, hopelessly clueless,
    As you open up easily and unencumbered,
    The moments now begin to disappear,
    I stay glued to my luminous screen,
    Like a hapless child sedated under the night lamp,
    You begin to paint pieces from your life's canvas,
    Iridescent, textured pictures of an unforgettable past,
    I feel the ebb and tide of the waves you crashed through,
    A ship waltzing with its sailor,
    Your kindred spirit lights up mine,
    Stokes the spark to a crackling fireplace,
    I begin to feel,
    I begin to wake up from my cold, steely slumber,
    Your sublime presence washes over me,
    The hypnotizing swoop of a magician's wand,
    I am conscious and under control,
    Yet your music enchants me furthermore,
    I resonate with your mellifluous chords,
    The bass of your rhythm pulsating in my heart,
    A thousand emotions pummel me,
    As they melt all the frozen shards,
    I break through the chords that bind me,
    And gleefully tie myself unto yours,
    I am neither bound nor alone,
    I catch a glimpse of all of you,
    As you wrap up with your curtain act,
    I walk back into the velvety night,
    Only to seek the rainbow that you left behind,
    And resurrect the sun of your afterglow.
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    A Discordant Epiphany

    A tangled mess of electrical signals,
    Firing incessantly in a cosmos of organic cables,
    Reconfiguring and rewiring constantly,
    Painting an illusion of control,
    Weaving your story,
    Orchestrating your world behind the scenes,
    Shaping you every moment,
    Spurring you on and giving you the power to evolve,
    Or mooring you to break and wither away against the sands of time and winds of change,
    Enabling you to push and advance until you can't recognise yourself anymore,
    Or letting you slide and regress, cancelling out all progress,
    Slicing you into multiple characters,
    Or presenting you as a coherent, seamless persona,
    Creating a complex fabric of emotions, thoughts and actions,
    Deciding the ones to be coloured and the ones to be bleached,
    Powering a machine that ought to be synchronous with Time,
    But powered by a spring still unwinding from the past,
    Constituting you but not you,
    Hiding the master key to all your programs,
    Laying out patterns of clues,
    For a puzzle that was always yours to solve,
    All you have to do is be an observer,
    Become the medium and not the outcome,
    To be the stateless center of a stateful system,
    A timeless ensemble esconsed in constant flux.
    ©differentlywired