let us speak of songs tonight,
of screaming music and staggering refrains-
devolution of life detailed on air,
in wafting,whistling,trembling strains-

let the music flood the heart,
let the molten iron course the vein,
the voids be filled with bars of rebellion,
and tonight,let defiance be born again.

but design the words,design the strains,
for music is rebellion,but the words are fire,
let all your fears subside,let your heart leap,
in flames of shimmering,shocking desire.

music,music,words of song,
fragments of soul coursing the skies above,
touch the sun and wipe out the stars,
let beyond galaxies your vision rove.
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PART-II

but songs are quiet,though music beats on in the heart,
lonely,lonely,scared no dreams survive..
the soul has submitted,the spirit surrendered,
no more do tired,trudging words the mind drive.

malignant simulations of a terrible pathos,
the clouds cackle from their eyries above,
stumbling,exhausted,blind and ghostly,
the soul cries out a requiem for love….

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