The Grey Stones
“We are still not able to find right voice to match our compositions” said by Juan while ending the composition. Abassi looked at her and said “I have found someone who is capable of contributing positively by widening our circle of creativity.” Juan put her guitar on the carpet and excitedly asked “Really!” Abassi nodded his head. Juan looking in eyes of Abassi asked “Who.” Abassi replied “He will come in a while then you can meet him.” Juan opened her beer and sat on sofa looking at the door anxiously.
Abassi could feel weird expressions on the faces of both. Abassi could sense a very intense conversation being held between their artistic eyes in that complete silence for a while. Bilal broke the silence speaking in a low tone “I will try to explore my sense of imagination with aid of your creativity and insight.” Juan smiled and said “You sing any song and we will try to play that on guitar and piano.” Bilal looked in her eyes trying to search her heart said “I will rely on my heart and will whisper whatever expressed by my heart.” Juan took her guitar. Bilal started singing looking in her eyes.
I feel like floating across the innocence spread all over your eyes
You have driven all of my passion away from me absorbing it in heart of purity
There is nothing said but still fervor of your eyes say it all
My heart beats with the sense of compassion buried in splendor of your eyes
The beauty of your eyes is more sacred then beauty of heaven
Juan continued playing the guitar though Bilal stoped singing. Bilal closed his eyes and the tone of guitar communicated him the same feelings that was making his heart to pump very fast. Abassi has been standing quite watching them. He knew that the meeting of passion, love and creativity is the best high of world. He sensed that they both were experiencing that high.
Juan stopped after a while and said “Your voice has so much attraction in it.” Bilal replied “Your eyes are stronger then a magnet.” Juan blushed and smiled making that second the best ecstasy of world for Bilal. Abassi said “You both were communicating your creativity. The matching of your fingers on the strings of guitar and the depth in the voice straight from heart will create music that will pierce through the hearts of millions.” They had a jamming session for another two hours after that.
After two hours the comfort level between Bilal and Juan has grown so much that it was hard to tell that they both knew each other for just two hours. Abassi said “I am tired and will go to bed now. You are young people and the night is still reaching its peak. Go out and have some fun. The better you know each other better will be harmony of notes.” They both looked at each other and walked out from his apartment after saying bye to Abassi.
Juan said “I do not like all these dance clubs and the crowded places.” Bilal smiled and said “There is so much similarity between us. I also do not like to be part of this artificial world. Will you come with where I spend my time usually?” Juan nodded her head and they took a taxi. They got dropped near river Thames. They walked silently to not a very crowded spot at the bank of river far from the lights of city. They did not speak much but they could read each others’ minds.
After reaching the spot Bilal said “I often come here away from these lights to have some time with myself.” Juan looked around. London city looked magnificent from there but there was a sense of calmness in air and water. Juan said “You do not like to mingle with people a lot.” Bilal replied “How you could say that.” Juan smiled and said “I do not know. I just sensed it.” Bilal said “I do not have many friends. My Parents have been living year for years but they have never mixed with this culture. They have been possessive about me and did not allow me to spend much time outside home. I have grown up in my world of imagination and passion.” Juan said “Your voice reflects the passion and it has a feel of sea of expression being locked inside your heart.” Bilal replied “The innocence in your eyes shade a feeling that you also been very lonely.” Juan took a deep sigh and said “My father passed away five years back. I was very passionate about music and paintings. I spend most of my time in this thus did not have much friends.” Bilal said “I felt that we can be good friends the first time I saw you at Abassi’s apartment.” Juan laughed.
They talked with each other sharing their experiences and perceptions for hours. Stars on sky started to shine more brightly as they could see that another blossom of love was growing out of grave of hatredness.
(To be Continued)
