Music Is Our Time machine

Lyrics gave meanings to the metaphors of our life

Pratik Mishra
a Few Words
2 min readMay 24, 2020

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Are songs time machines,
for today, I’ve lived a ‘Holocene.’
I woke up to Beethoven’s ‘Fur Elise’ as
it took me to Vienna, two centuries to now.
Yes, I did travel with my morning frown.

I found myself scratching an old scar —
pulling me a hundred years deeper into the past,
there it was, ‘Lacrimosa’ by Mozart.
Be warned —
for it would pierce holes into dams that you’ve kept tightly barred.

It was time for you to get up; I climbed into the bed
and watched you open those sad eyes.
Restlessly they counted each bother
for a today that laid ahead.
Kodaline’s ‘All I Want’ was playing in the room,
and I knew,
I will never understand what can sadden you
when you get to get up on a weekday afternoon.

‘I can’t take my eyes off you,’ was precisely how I felt
when you had your hair wrapped in a purple towel
stepping out from the steaming shower.
I hated Damien Rice for having already said this
when he sang ‘Blower’s Daughter’.

Cigarettes After Sex were soughing ‘Crush,’
as we sat scrolling pictures from when we met first.
‘City of Stars,’ tuned in and I remembered,
the yellow dress you wore,
on the night we slept in your campus corridor.

We made some tea, and sang, ‘love of my life,’
to each other’s face at the top of our voice.
We howled and danced
to Pharrel Williams’ ‘Freedom,’ before watching the sun disappear
to the sound of bonfire hearts.

For evening,
We decided to dig into a classic from the 19th century —
winds changed their attitude,
resonating with Chopin’s ‘Nocturne II.’
As bedroom’s windows flirted with the windy night,
Your hands were caressing mine,
and the bedsheets in the balcony got quietly drenched in time.

‘Arabesque’ was a perfect beginning to conclude the day —
with Debussy’s playfulness,
and warmness in the colour of lights —
each melody defined our gait, and
every lyric gave meanings to the metaphors of life.

As we, tired time travellers,
yawned for sleep,
Beethovens’ played ‘Moonlight Sonata,’ bidding a jovial peace.
Tomorrow we’ll wake up at another time,
and if your eyes are still sad, we’ll add more music to our lives.

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Pratik Mishra
a Few Words

Storyteller; Poet; Engineer; Behaviourist; Backpacker; Writer;