You fill up my senses
Like a night in the forest
Like the mountains in springtime
Like a walk in the rain
Like a storm in the desert
Like a sleepy blue ocean
You fill up my senses
Come fill me again
I get goose bumps everytime i hear this song...its lyrics.
John Denver...the greatest country singer ever and the deal with him was that he was so basic in everything he wrote and sang....a guitar and a heart full of love for his lady..a pilot by profession he would serenade his sweetheart with a song everytime he went on a flight...lived by it and died in a crash only to become a legend with the songs he serenaded his love with....so connected with nature that nature finally consumed him to bacome a part of its soul forever!!!
I probably have him as my favourite cause I relate to everything he writes and sings about......the simple pleasures of life...and in my varied travels have experienced most of what he has in his travels....
Its the simple pleasures of life that actually get your senses tingling more than any material thing that money can buy.
My maternal family hails from the Tarai Lands of Uttar Pradesh and though now things have changed but I remember my days of yore sitting out in the gardens of our house in the candle light with the forests all around our house and the Ganges flowing a fw miles away...hearing the wind rustle through the trees..the crickets calling...the sound of the river flowing...frogs croaking...the distant whistle of a passing train...the cackling of the flying ducks and if you were lucky a roar...now that was music...music that not even the greatest musician today can create..the inspiration for many a orchestra n maestros...n till you have experienced it you wouldnt know what I am talking about...the silence in between spoke a mile running a chill up your spine!!!
The mountains always have their own charm...specially in spring time... the melting snow...the budding greenery...the distant sun breaking through the chill...a cold body and a warm heart...the reddish blue skies..and a simple word that travels many a mile stuck between the peaks...a distant view...what artists make their paintings on...and how do you say which range is better...have travelled a many and the same thing i wanted in all...a hot cup of coffee and a warm meal...n hours of sitting and enjoying nature at its best.
Its sad how we give up our simple pleasures in our complicated lives.......one of the best feelings i have ever had was in mumbai...a row with the girl i was in love with...a month of not meeting...a meeting...a friend inviting us out to a dinner in a open air area...crazed and an uncomfortable silence between her n me...it starting to rain...she getting up and walking in it...that inviting look on her face...me getting up n reaching her...holding hands and walking...it just was one of the happiest moments in my life....n probably the simplest and cleanest......
a storm in the desert...the majestic authority nature shows over its creations....i remember i was crosssing the suez canal and happened to see a sand storm...it was like gold dust creating its own imagery...shapes and signs...telling its children to enjoy its magnifcence and still warning them against its fury.....
like a sleepy ocean telling its children not to wake it up...the dolphins and the waves...the gulls and the breeze...the pacific and the atlantic...the peaceful and the revengeful...where we arent the top of the food chain and we never will be...where the only fountains we see are the spouts of a lonely whale...where at times you can see the bed and at times where its shrouded...
thats the nature this genius covered in his music laving behind a legacy for all us mortals to cherish and appreciate for the rest of our lives!!!
Dear Mr Denver...you blessed us with your music not just Annie reminding us over and over again where we basically come from and what we need to nurture....
Come let me love you
Let me give my life to you
Let me drown in your laughter
Let me die in your armsLet me lay down beside you
Let me always be with youCome let me love you
Come love me again
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
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