Mutiny
Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read
Probably a morning is not just a morning if it tells about something, or someone, or times when both of them were one.
One morning, I was listening to one person who sang in mutiny. In that line I stopped and thought if there was a rougher and maybe sweeter opening line than that (a person who cannot hear and yet can sing beautifully) only to acknowledge that that kind of voice does not require noise.
It requires wave and those who listens.
It happened fast and we know only love does that. These drips of melody flew through my ears and my chest and my eyes. It hacked the system. The tears did not drop but look it rain outside.
(2018)
