A society in symphony

Terms and Background for the Poem

Bass - it's the foundation of every kind of music style, from hip hop to jazz to classical and everything else.

Violin - considered to be the instrument that sounds most similar to a human voice, it's generally the lead instrument in Hindustani classical

Drums - well, drums

Flute - wind instruments, commonly used in morning ragas, very soulful instrument

The Poem
If I fly toward the stars, would you come with me?
Would you forsake your forest for an unknown tree?

I dream of symphonies, I dream of sonnets
Of ripples moving across this pond of consciousness
A world filled with colours I'd never seen in schools
Let me paint a picture of my dreams for you

I dream of bassline, murmuring of an elated time
As an old man holds tiny hands around his frail fingers
And with his selfless morality, his ethical values
The world of my symphonic dream gets its roots

I dream of violin, breaking the void
As a girl takes birth in a world of androids
And with her bow, she takes the world by surprise
They are human too, with her voice, they realize

I dream of drums, in the rhythmic chaos
Of a boy whose flight knows no recourse
And with his sense of wonder, the world learns
That time is just a signature of birthday candles

I dream of flute, and the glorious ragas
In the fruits of a hard day's labour of a father
And with the cloak of protection and security
The world learns of consistency and harmony

I dream of dulcimer, in its melodious urgency
Like the hurried care of a mother for her babies
And with her selfless benevolence the world feels
A little more tranquil, a little less lonely

I dream of guitars, I dream of hurdy gurdy
At the heart of distortion, a dexterous mystery
And with its mystic, optimistic tune
My world dances with the joy of equality and love

And then I wake up

I wake up to violence, wake up to deceit
To hunger and poverty and grief-stricken teens
To a war of colour and race and gender
Where hope for peace is a mind bender

As I look around I find myself
Taking part in the cacophony that betrays my dreams
Breaking down symphonic attempts of the brave
And silently subscribing to the murder of repentance

Let's join our hands and fight for a world
Where no harmonic dreams are subjected to pragmatic burns
As you place your head on that comfy pillow tonight
Pluck the strings of your heart for a future radiant and bright