Musical Meditations

Day 6 – Write a poem that confronts the part of you that has hurt someone else.

To Whom It May Concern:

This letter is written with the intent

To address your troubling past (and present)

And urge you to make amends.

Let’s be honest:

You’re a toxic-ass, passive aggressive-ass,

Cold-shoulder-a-muthafucker piece of shit.

Slow to say what you mean,

Yet quick to flee the scene without reason

When your cards threaten to be revealed

You’re on some “now you see me”

“Now you don’t” type ish.

Keeping your true motives close to heart

Behind your “nice guy” wall

That’s too unstable and threatening to fall.

So willing to read into what others say

Instead of doing the workAnd getting to know yourself.

And when you hurt, instead of owning up,

You get defensive and start to blow up.

So do better, do better, do better.

Smell your shit, clean up your shit, throw away your shit.

Be better!

~ KUNAL

you s boss bitch

grown now

gettin paid

make ya momma proud

but when the lights go out

twerk it down

make ya daddy mad

work ya back out

Day 5 – What is the magic you were taught to forget, but you are remembering and practicing?

Looked me in my eyes,

And leaned in, almost conspiratorially.

“It is possible that a big, beautiful brown man

Can walk freely and proudly in this world.”

I stared back, disbelief in my eyes at the words I just heard.

Firmly, confidently, he repeated himself again:

“It is possible that a big, beautiful brown man

Can walk freely and proudly in the world.”

And again, he repeated.

And a fourth time,

And a fifth, and so on, until a cloud began to lift

And, entranced, I joined in with him,

Nervously chuckling every couple of words first,

But slowly evolving into shaky confidence with every repetition.

Until the the phrase became a chant that followed me into the world,

A mantra firmly implanted in my mind,

A clarity spell revealing the magic within me,

Or rather, the magic that was me.

“It is possible that a big, beautiful brown man

Can walk freely and proudly in the world.”

And so now I do.

~ KUNAL

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...cuz

We’ve been together for far too long (too long)

To have me stuck here writing all my sorrows in these love songs

But I can’t stand it when you stare at me and I don’t know where to start

So I’ve got to tell the truth, I just can’t trust you with my heart

~ Amorris

Day 4 – Imagine a historical injustice/tragedy that created hardship for you/your lineage, what would life be like it it never happened?

Who am I if the British never arrived?

Or the Dutch and Portuguese before them?

Or the Mughals who reigned for centuries

Over the lands that birthed my family?

What would I speak, if not English?

Punjabi, Hindu, or Urdu?

Would I know the foods I know today,

Without the things introduced by invaders?

No cream, no tea, no grilled meats.

And what would be my connection to the land?

Stronger than what it is today?

And what would I do, how would I live?

Would I even exist without the presence of colonists?

So much of my life has been shaped by their actions,

And my ancestors’ reactions.

So it’s hard to imagine what my life would be

If their choices were removed from history

And not allowed to define me.

Or rather, it’s scary to imagine how freeing it might be

To not be defined by the violence of history

~ KUNAL

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Day 3: Write your name story

How do you grow a name?

Do you plant it as a seed?

Straight into unturned soil?

Or do you start it in a pot

Under your careful watch?

Does it grow like the names

Planted it before it?

Or does it bloom and blossom,

Spreading in its own beautiful way?

My name was sown amidst those who came before me,

Planted firmly in red clay,

Watered by a river of red

And pollinated by a swarming hornet’s nest

A product of soil of the plants before it

As much as the soils after it,

And no matter where my name is planted,

Beauty spreads everywhere

~ KUNAL

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I’d go anywhere with you,

Baby I don’t care where we go

I already can’t breath when we’re together

We might as well be on the moon

On the moon, on the moon

On the moon, on the moon

~Amorris |♥️

Day 2: Dedicate a poem to a teacher, who taught you lessons you will never forget (Teachers don’t just need to be human beings)

Let me be soothed by beats,

Wrapped in comforting harmonies

And drifted away,

Along the waves of the melody

Hold me when I’m sad,

Hold me when I’m mad,

Boost me during my joy

Make me space

To heal, learn, and grow

Show me worlds untold

Stories unsaid, unheard

Unrehearsed

Expand my eyes, open my heart

To the worlds between beats and words

A world for connection to grow, flourish, and strengthen.

There’s so many things I need, And I 

got so many things for you, Oh baby

Call me a daredevil, cuz there’s nothing I won’t do

You can tell me all your fantasies

I’m gonna make all your wishes come to be

Cuz I am your genie baby, your genie baby

Hues of purple in blue surround me

Knowing my loves are around me

Has me feeling vulnerable and free

Comfortable in my own skin

Feet planted in the dirt

I am finding home

Amongst my chosen kin.

-Stagnant Hybrid

body right, heels high, and that skin tight dress,

i love ya' honey but please don't make me beg

lets party all night long baby, we'll sleep when we're dead

i saw it when you kissed me, you waking my bed

you might have to kiss me again cuz I can' t feel my legs

(I can't feel my leeeegs, feel my leeegs)

we haven’t been together much time

but I’ve waited my whole life long

don’t need more practice counting the months

cuz love, there can only be one (there can only be one)