It’s starts with a vague echo of a recollection, before transforming into a second’s memory of you and I – strong, powerful, before being swept away by forgetfulness, but a shadow of it persists, and then I sense your presence and picture us in lucidity: gentle at first, like the time we first kissed like shy teenagers, or strolled in the park, holding hands consumed by a slight wanderlust, but my passion and depth grows louder, and I think of the first time we made love – a slow building of ecstasy before that wondrous apex of experience that kept us suspended outside space and time; reaching for nothing because we found it in each other, and then the float and melody and gentle caresses, which transfigured into something more primal: a clasping, clawing and a never letting go, before an, “I love you,” said intensely, and then with a whisper and a moment’s silence. Now, I’m lost in a hazy reverie and a slight sadness again, because nothing lasts forever does it darling? And that very thought sends this harsh burst of pain that pierces my heart, but my tears are dry, and so that sadness lessens and I’m growing emptier within, trying my best to cling to sorrow, and then I feel a hint of it again, before I fade to black.

Inspired by Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)

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    1. It definitely is. It has this touch of sadness and it’s both delicate and loud in its expression at the right moments. Thank you Holly.

    1. I didn’t know that. I thought it’s all Clair de Lune! So what I did was basically write to the music. I listened to it on repeat and penned something which my equivalent of the tune on paper. I tried my best. It’s something I’ve never done before. I hope I gave it a little justice! I know it’s a little too bold, but I was a little low and said, “What the hell!”

  1. It always hurts a lot, after you’d invested so much emotion into a relationship, and yet, getting hurt still doesn’t prevent us, for falling for the people we fall for, even though we knew they’d, break our hearts…

    1. I like your interpretation of it, but what I did in this post was separating me from my art. I listened to Clair de Lune and thought I’d give the piece a voice. So I basically took the piece and wrote in sync with the music. I guess the piece has a slight sadness, which is why the end product ended up being sad.

    1. Thank you so much! To be honest, I wasn’t sure if the post was emotive enough. I wondered if I’d written something bland. But I’m glad you were moved by it. That means I gave it some justice. And the song like you said is magical.

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