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The guy by the window seat

The best part about train journey
is the window seat.
For instance, I become a paradox with a window seat.
Not the paradox that mind could think about, it's the paradox
that, only the heart knows.
The moving mountains, flying hair, 
'Tuhi re' playing along, the train's shakiness
putting me into sleep as the train sounds its 
Lullaby. Is someone singing along, or is it the train?

I wonder how perfectly Rahman's albums
frames its lyrics with the window, itself.
May be that's what moving keys on his piano mean.
Also, that's what a hypnotist does to you.
You're aware of your heart beat, not the senses; that you enjoy losing.

I am the guy who quotes 'the part about reaching the destination is its journey towards it'
I am the guy for whom R N Jayagopal songs has been written down for
I am the guy who puts paradox across the minds
Mostly, I am the guy by the window seat.



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  1. Unknown6 September 2017 at 10:03

    Window seat and Rahman! Damn, that's next level combination mate. 👌

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