Dual-ist Life

Dualist,

The first kiss, the first hint of that sound,

Orbital.

The kiss, the caress that lead me to a world of

Qualia,

Qualia, is an addiction.

The sudden surge and soar of sounds. Memories.

My hair tangled on the rocks of Gokarna,

The train journey to Bangalore.

The flu filled journey into Mumbai.

The joy of hugging someone I had met after 3 years.

The waves singing songs of temptation.

A moment, at a concert,

Eyes closed, heart beats.

The sheer joy of listening to the silence,

The silence after the cigarette has burned out.

The silence at a moment when all you can hear is the wind.

The music slips in and out of my stagnant mind.

The first kiss, the first hint of that sound,

Orbital.

The kiss, the caress that lead me to a world of

Qualia,

Qualia, is an addiction.

“The experience of happiness”, she says.

And I smile. I nod in agreement.

The laughter in the background,

The musical journey of it all.

And every moment, every word uttered,

Reminds me of so much.

“memories are like picture postcards

And the experience is actually being there.”

The kisses that my friends plant on my skin,

The first touch of my lover’s lips on mine,

The stranger who smiled at me at a red light on the street,

The smile I see on the faces of street vendors,

The dreams that make you sigh,

The trips that take you far, far, so far away.

The school teacher who hated you,

Who you grew to remember more.

“And when you look back tomorrow and wish it was today.

You can wish wish and wish away. Stare into space, wonder how it felt back then..

And smile.. because you remember.”

And I nod and hold on to a breath and I am calm again,

I remember again. How it felt to cry, to laugh, to kiss and hug and touch.

To smile and receive a smile in return,

To just be. To just let the world hold you in Her arms.

“Id been trying to believe for so long”

The so of it all. The sound of the sounds.

The joy of asking questions,

The laughter of nothingness,

The memory lapses,

And the surge of it all.

“Asking upside down questions

Getting inside out answers”

Dualist,

The first kiss, the first hint of that sound,

Orbital.

The kiss, the caress that lead me to a world of

Qualia,

Qualia, is an addiction.

And suddenly everything drowns,

And memories of the spark remain,

And its over…

Qualia.

Here fair readers, we have a Delhi boy who has taken over most of my day.

The sound of the music makes it all easy to get through today.

Name: Dualist Inquiry, the only member currently is Sahej Bakshi

FB page: http://www.facebook.com/dualistinquiry

Here is a link to the two songs that inspired the lines above:

http://www.soundcloud.com/dualistinquiry

Orbital (Dualism EP)

Qualia (Spoken edit feat. Shaa'ir) (Dualism EP Bonus track)

Also a video that’s really nice :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pitVX-YBfHo

I hear that his live acts are really good. So if you hear about this boy, please make reservations and head there!

thank you for stopping by!

loads of love,

K

Flower Post 8

I started watching a movie called The Romantics around 11:42 P.M on what was supposed to be an exciting Saturday night. The script was morbid, forced artsy, the ending unclear. I was quite prepared to die of either boredom or frustration when I heard the beginning riffs to a song that would send me into a frenzy within the next 2 minutes for what I'm sure is going to be the rest of my life. 

Today, I introduce to you sexuality, talent, melody and Lorene Scafaria. When I first heard  Scafaria, to say I was mesmerized would be a gross understatement. An artist who combines satirical humor, love, defiance, melody and sensuality into her music, she brings an edge that surpasses rational thinking. 

I am going to introduce two songs and move away from what is my norm by not only posting the link to the respective songs but also the entire lyrics. A seamstress when it comes to words, this is one artist who sews the feelings of empathy and beauty together effortlessly and with copious amounts of talent. 

So without much ado, I introduce the first of two, a song that we can all relate to: We Can't Be Friends

I wanna pick you up, I don't care what time
I wanna drive real fast to some place in town;
I wanna stress you out;
I wanna make things hard;
I wanna take your hand;
I wanna leave this bar;
I wanna wake you up on a driving train
that led it's tracks down inside my brain

I wanna hear your band;
I wanna give it advice;
I wanna meet your girlfriend, she sounds nice;
I wanna take you home;
I wanna feel my age;
I wanna freak you out on a different stage;
I wanna show my teeth;
I wanna keep you fed;
I wanna get you drunk and let it go to your head

so i guess this means we can't be friends

I wanna be unique;
I wanna be your kind;
I wanna make you hate me then change your mind;
I wanna wear a skirt;
I wanna make mistakes;
I wanna kill you first then take your name;
I wanna tear you apart;
I wanna make your bed;
I wanna break your heart;
I wanna break your head

so i guess this means we can't be friends

The second song is one that never fails to make me laugh out loud. Addressing the 'taboo' subject of a woman's personal exploration of her sexuality, this song is riddled with humor, sarcasm, honesty and of course, symphony. Hence, as many people used and still do, say: Girls Aren't Supposed To  

Its almost dawn
I cant go home
Well maybe you could try to turn me on

You climb on top leave on your shirt
You move inside and ask me if that hurts

But I swear I didn't feel a thing
You say you never do at first

Now don't you be put off to hear
I went ahead and tried it once again

This time ill make it mine and wont stop until I like the sound of it
And if you should hear the cries and calls through the thinnest of the walls
Don't you get yourself so blue its just the sound of me getting over you

Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Lately I do
Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Maybe its true
Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Maybe its you

My ears my cheeks my neck my hair
That lonely spot that never found you thereYour eyes were on the bouncing ball

The slightest move could only make it fall

But I cant believe the way his hands are finding things not drawn on maps
And the way he looked me in the eyes I have to say I was a bit surprised

Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Lately I do
Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Maybe its true
Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Maybe its you

Thought the wood was dry

Thought the pipes were rusted
Thought something else but I didn't write that lyric
And I thought I loved you but I guess I can't be trusted

The worm has turned and what its learned its sad to say no longer your concern
Theres someone else who treats me kind and doesn't only love me from behind

But even that is better too
I think hes got an inch on you
It took way too long to see
my hand is even better company

Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Lately I do
Other girls weren't supposed to like
Maybe its true
Other girls weren't supposed to like it
Maybe its you.

And so we come to the end of yet another adventure, one with an artist I am quite passionate about. I know I've taken too long to embark on this one but I feel it's worth.

We hope to have you coming around often. :)

Peace and much love,

- Tups