Rap To Lullaby

Music tunes the stormy mind into harmony,

The chords of harmony hides my melancholy.

I wake up every day with the greetings of my morning flower alarm,

as I hunt for a fast music with half eyes open.

The vigor of the music reverberates throughout the bed,

wanting me to get up desperately.

Hearing fast music in the morning is the secret of my energy.

When I hear my favorite music playing,

while walking down the street,

I remember the background score for the actress

in the movie I watched late night.

I’m overwhelmed watching the scenes at the windows going blur.

I select a melody that gently flows like the air,

crossing the boundaries of reality.

Sometimes, my magnanimous imagination pops up with the weirdest thing,

It makes me as the actress dancing with the most handsome non-existing actor.

When deserted and delighted, I play any rap song and dance like a lunatic.

I dance until my energy drains out and my legs go limp.

As the sun sink below the horizon,

when I reach home exhausted by the day’s work.

I grab a cup of hot chai and play a soothing music, to loosen up the tightened muscles.

I feel the pleasure of every muscle relaxing, at the rhythm of the song.

After a while, darkness engulfs the universe.

The celestial body emerges with its scintillating glory,

to bring back the the world into light.

To make things calm inside, I give ears to the lullaby.

As I close my eyelids, to travel the abyss of dreams.

Sometimes, I wonder is music the freedom I chose or the trap that I fell into?