Dark Horse Arts and Sciences

Adagio for Strings by Samuel Barber playing in the background…..

There is a war within you, an inner war, something that is beating you up from the inner core and you just can’t resist it. The war is the reason you wake up everyday. Without that inner war, you are nothing. It’s a very ironic situation where you want that storm to be in the background but once it’s gone, you start missing it. You feel like you have been dethroned. There is this streamline pulse within you that keeps beating and it is beating thanks to the storm that’s keeping you awake at night.

Severine by Thomas Newman tuning into the ears of my mind…….

There is utter sadness within you, a sadness so inherent that you tend to have been fond of it. Without that dose of sadness, you are fragmentary, your existence is like that approaching wave of the ocean, transitory, almost non-existent, dying and resurrecting at the same time. You like the smell of rain. You like to sit silent and sip a cup of coffee bearing your heavy dose of melancholy within your rose-chambered heart.

Wayward Sisters by Abel Korzenowski……….

You are like a peacock. You see rain and like flowers in a garden, a smile rises in your ever-glowing face. Rain enthralls you, it instills in your core some magical ecstasy, something that provides you energy. You start feeling like you are in love as the first drop of rain kisses the earth. You start dancing carelessly. You are completely unaware of your vicinity. You plant a kiss on my lips and return to your careless act. I stand there, devoid of any emotions or filled with any emotion at all, I have no idea. The moment you kissed me, that one very instant still remains in my life as an event that is unforgettable and unerasable and something I would love to have taken a picture of, yet I could not. Then a flash of lightening strikes something and boom, there is this loud thud sound, as if my wish of getting a picture of that moment being just fulfilled by some divine intervention.

I stand there, watching you dance. A lot of thoughts are running through my mind yet I refrain from them. I just want to see you like this, careless, free and just you. I would never let anything ruin this happiness that is blossoming your face right now. You look at me and smile and call me to dance with you. I refuse. I just want to watch you, just your movements and your smile.