Raga Bhairav – an early morning raga

Transfers all to a higher realm,

Practice music with incense and camphor –

Close your eyes and be open to mesmerism.

 

The ragas and raginis of Indian music

Teach us more than complex knowledge texts –

They are the ‘mantra’ for the forward march we seek

They provide visions when life begins to complex.

 

I close my eyes when wafts of soulful music

Reach my ears, through lattices of my window,

I overcome all my fears – all my inhibitions and longings,

Now, cacophony go in the name of music – more a gimmick and show.

 

Music conferences of yore, where masters sang

Into the wee hours of early dawn –

Are things to ponder about, in an age of bands – of music gangs

Those days of forever spring are long since gone.

 

The definition of music has changed with time,

We hear music, but long for that of the past

Today’s music ravages our ears, isn’t worth a dime

Music of the past brought tears to figures even in molten cast.