May 6, 2016 Original Songs

In 1994, I wrote and composed many songs, and recorded them with my musician colleagues and friends in Pune, India, in a creative, musical burst of energy I am yet to recapture.

I look back and think:  Did I actually do that much music, and compose so much?  For those  who think that writing songs is easy, I’m sorry to disillusion you.  Perhaps, some songs are easy, but to write complex songs, and arrange instrumentation for them is not something you do in the blink of an eye.  And yet, like writing poetry or fiction, the more I did it, the smoother it flowed.  That was one of the most creative periods of my entire life, and I always grateful to have had it.

This song is another favorite myth of mine, the myth of Icarus.  I’ve always been haunted by his story, and in this song, he makes it to the other side.  He, named after the Cretan moon-goddess, is drawn to the sun.  The song is set up as a dialogue between Icarus and the Sun-Beings.

The song is in several time-feels.  See if you can figure them out, if you are so inclined.

I present to you:  Moon Being (©1994, by Vijaya Sundaram)

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May 6, 2016 Original Songs

In 1994, I wrote several songs, composed the music for them, including my guitar parts, and recorded them in the city of Pune, India.  Here’s one which I wrote a few years before that, but recorded in 1994.  It’s about Daedalus, the great labyrinth-maker and artist.  It’s also about taking the middle path.  I titled it “Bird Over the Water” (Music and Words©Vijaya Sundaram, 1994)

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May 6, 2016 Original Poetry, The Daily Post

In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt:  Shadow

Shadow-Life
©May 6th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram

For every place I care to go
She likes to elsewhere,
For only she and I can ever know –
And who’s to say we care?

For every word I choose to say,
She thinks another word,
And just like me, she tends to stay
In lands of the unheard.

For every song I love to hum,
She sings another song
The echoes reach and bring me some
Regret where I belong.

And thus they flow, go on and on,
Our shadow-lines of time.
It breaks and flows, until it’s gone,
This life that’s hers and mine.

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