Somali's Omnibus

I have literally become weary of listening to the stereotypical comments of the people who desperately endeavour to establish their viewpoints in this way, "How can she sing? Why does she? She was not trained at all. Does she know anything about 'the grammar of music'?" Ah, man! Every time I come to listen so, I can't resist me from asking myself, "How can they be so uncouth? How can they be so sadistic and demotivating?" The funny fact is that the birds have never been trained to be such heart-soothing singers. Their natural voice can melt every heart away. Why can't a human being then be such a natural or such a self-taught singer? Why do we try to undermine any such gift? By and large, it becomes evident that our envy and inferiority complex hinder us from cheering up a soulful singer. Why don't we then question the trains, "Who taught you to whistle in such a way?" Of course, we must become mindblown one day, as and when the majorit...

What is there in music that it heals my wounds and all my sores so rapidly? No matter how deep and open my scars are, every kind of pain gets balmed with the magical touch of its wand. Such a sweet touch of magic cannot be found elsewhere, I suppose. Yes, we all do, do love watching tricks of magic performed by a great number of eminent magicians all over the globe. Still, I must say that such an underrated source of magic is truly incomparable. Moreover, it needs no props for magic, no particular time, no specific stage and no helping hands at all. There are times when I feel too morose, I become too frustrated and I am too much down. However, as and when I turn on music, all my pangs, all my sorrows and all my pains disappear so surreptitiously that I can never make out anything about it. I get lost in the world of imagination immediately but permanently. The healing touch of music can never fail; it can never be denied by any human being, because where else can we find such an unadu...