Ethereal classical music pieces

Classical music has much to teach us. It’s where you begin when you start singing or playing an instrument whether you like it or not. Classical music pieces are always majestic. They tell stories without words and they can really influence your artistic abilities. The greatest musicians have been influenced by classical music from Led Zeppelin to present day pop stars.

Here are a few classical music suggestions that I find ethereal.

Honestly listening to these pieces is a surreal, unreal experience.

  • Clair de Lune- Debussy

This is a very popular piece and I’m sure you’ve heard it. But on the off chance you haven’t. It is the sweetest lullaby. Clair de Lune- meaning shine/glow of the moon. It is perfect for meditation or to lull you to sleep. It creates a beautiful imagery and the melody is just heavenly.

  • Arabesque 1- Debussy

Debussy was an unbelievable pianist and composer. His compositions sound like what it feels like to look at an Impressionist painting. Which is why sometimes people call him an impressionist pianist.

  • Gnossienne 1-6- Erik Satie

Composed by French pianist Erik Satie. He was a very eccentric and mysterious figure. He often created piano pieces that were described as ‘simple’ in a time where every other pianist was creating intricate melodies. Satie’s intention was to create ambient music that would just play in the background at a dinner party. Perhaps he invented the concept of ambient aesthetic. These pieces in 6 parts is just incredible.

  • Prelude in E minor- Chopin

This is a very famous piece often used in film. It is truly beautiful and melancholic. I have heard it in the most unlikely places in pop songs, in elevators, in fashion shows. But that is what makes it truly timeless.

For a different take of this piece Serge Gainsbourg wrote a song for Jane Birkin titled Jane B. The melody of Jane B. is this classical piece prelude in e minor though Gainsbourg arranged it on electric guitars.

  • Moonlight Sonata- Beethoven

No classical music playlist would be complete without Beethoven. This piece is haunting, melancholic and beautiful. It just carries you elsewhere and then leaves you there. It is a truly catchy piece as well.

-Anshudha

Clear Skies- Poem

by Anshudha Garimella

Finally, the fog has lifted and the clouds are parting

To give way to sunrays of rebirth

Everything will change now

Flourishing in different colours

We all have a chance to reflect those colours of rebirth

A renaissance of awakening some beautiful parts of us that were sleeping for so long

There is nothing more hopeful that a little flower growing in the remains of a winter

Finally, I can see the sun and the promise of a summer coming soon.

There are some incredible colours in the sky

Rose, gold, lilac, blue and yellow

All of me is coming back now I can feel it in the air.

The Golden Hour- Poem

by Anshudha Garimella

This is it. Time is keeping it’s promise

It brought that golden sky this morning

The golden hour that brought the beginning of my happy time

Summer is waiting in line

It excites my soul

The Golden Hour

Soft daylight, soft to the touch

All of the tears have dried up now

I’m a photographer for a day

I will capture the golden hour like it’s the last one I’ll ever see

It’s a time to feel the grass beneath, your feet damp with morning dew

I’m trying to soak up all of the new things

The new grass, the beauty of new flowers, the soft air comfortable and pleasant

I’m trying to trap some golden rays in a crystal to reflect this hour in its entirety.

A souvenir. Of a promise well kept. Time and Time Again.

Life came back in waves of music

By Anshudha Garimella

There was a girl that lived in a sleeping forest. She had beautiful brown hair and delicate skin, she often wore white and she had the kind of eyes that you know have been through pain.
The kind of eyes that cried every drop of rain.
But she was very good at concealing her pain. She often did so by singing melodious refrains. It was the one friend she always had- the eternal music that is never silent. The kind of music that exists in thunder, in rivers, in crashing waves, and windy nights to send a shiver. Her music existed in the birdcalls and the crickets’ songs. She was never without them.
She aligned herself so strongly with the melody that even nature herself would respond to her melody with harmony.
One day her landscape changed everything was dark and grey the birds no longer built their nest on the trees, the rivers stood still and the crickets were nowhere to be found. There was no thunder, no cloud, no crashing wave, no dawn.

“This must be what hell is.”
“This is hell.”
“There are no pitchforks, no balls of fire, no sinners, no sign of flames, no anguish, no tears, no screams, nothing at all. Just silence. It’s all dead. How could this have happened? Is this really hell? Or is it my version of hell? Who can ever tell?”
She cried in hopes that her tears would water the dying plants, life was dying in spite of her existence. With each tear she cried, a blooming flower withered, another bird lost its wings, a new leaf turned black and fell to the ground, turning dust to ashes. Soon everything turned to ash even though there was no fire to be found. How could this have happened?

Well, she has left some things out that you need to know. Something happened in her life and her life changed overnight, her light extinguished in a blink. The girl who once ran around the woods, the optimistic vessel of the universe dressed in white and golden shining her heavenly light, singing happy songs. She was all of a sudden gone. Consumed by the disastrous venom of melancholy. She fell into the abyss of animosity, hatred, and suffering, as she suffered all lovely things and beings began to die around her. Then she turned into a version of herself that no mirror could dare recognize. Soon enough all the mirrors broke because they couldn’t find her light. They shattered in plain sight. They fell apart as she came undone. It was like she was possessed by the dark waves of melancholy and all the malicious beings that thrive in the dark, in the abyss of hell. A serpent wrapped around her creative hand and sucked out all the kind words she was meaning to write. Soon she was only left with the words unkind- of hate, death, pain, and many other words that I dare not write. All of those words contained the vibrations of the darkest cloud and saying those words would only bring down floods that will drown everything and destroy all life. But all the life was already destroyed.
She was the only one left- how long could she survive? She feared this would last an eternity- and there wasn’t even a fire from hell to keep her warm. Where did this angel go wrong?
“Which wrong turn did I take? Did I take the wrong road? Did I lose sight entirely? Or did someone put me here? How did I get here? How do I get out? There is no soul here? Should I even try to shout?”

One night all trees collapsed to the ground, the trees that had been standing proud for hundreds of years. All that pride came crashing down.

There was nothing to do until one day the silence started to consume her, the silence started choking her like a serpent was entwined around her beautiful neck, she couldn’t speak or sing, she was slowly dying, being poisoned by silence it was then she picked up anything she could find just to feel some sensation, something to touch she picked up pieces of wood and made strings from carcasses of death lying around.

She made a guitar so she could have something to hold, something to call her own. She started playing at random, notes that didn’t rhyme. But as the night turned darker she found some rhythm, some melodies, some chords she started playing them all night long. Suddenly the sky cracked open, perhaps the sky heard her sound, he rained down with water cascading down. Suddenly the winds started rustling, the rivers slowly found their waves. The rumbling of distant waves started to blend with the sound of thunder. The crickets found their voice and this went on until the sun found his way to these lonely children of the night, he threw his golden rays like one throws an object. The birds found their light and their path, then they found their notes and their wings. The trees that lay dead suddenly started to form themselves to stand mighty and proud. The winds that took the plants apart, remade them so they could stand with their delicacy.

The flowers found their colours and their petals and began to flourish once more. And it was at this moment – she looked up from her music that she played all night with passion, she looked up to see light in the world, beauty, and calmness, equilibrium and flowers at last.
With this resurrection of life she decided that she would never again revel in the darkness, she will never let the abyss grab her by the ankles, she won’t let the serpentine movements of melancholia find her again. She won’t let any darkness take away her light. For as long as she has the music those malicious forces have no chance to find her again. They won’t because she will never stop singing and if she does- even for a second her soul, her consciousness, her subconscious mind will never stop harmonizing anyway. The music will never go away.

Her light came back, her smile too, she’s dressed in golden now once again speaking to the universe.

Sprintime Mood

Spring Mood board made by me. All pics in this mood board were taken by me.

Here’s what I wanted to say to you

ever since my Spring has blossomed

I’m like the seasons I don’t need a reason

to be this way

You adore my sunshine, you despise my rain

you adore my laughter, and you avoid my tears

You find me when you’re in the abyss of pain

to come and take away your sadness and fears

You love me in the summer, you are comfortable in my autumn

but when the winter of my mind comes and freezes my warmth

and fades my light- you won’t stay

I won’t always stay the same I wasn’t designed that way

Now that summer is around the corner I’m slowly turning hot and bright

I don’t want to share my seasons with you

I’m done being your sunshine, your zephyr, your wave

Since you can’t stand the shivers my blues bring

I have nothing to share

I won’t shine my sunshine on you

I want to save my light for those who understand pain

For those who have tasted the rain

I want to save my warmth for those who have felt cold

I want to share my roses with the ones who have been scarred by the thorns

And since my Springtime is flourishing right now

I know you miss my colours

But I’m giving my colours to those who have only seen the blues

I want to give those lost souls some vibrant hues

And I don’t need your company for I’m too busy thriving under the spring sky

getting ready for summertime

I have no petals for you, no light, no feather, no purple twilight

I have saved all those lovely things for those who have cried through the night.

Like me during the winter of my life

-Anshudha Garimella

Featured Image from Canva

Springtime Mood board designed and photographed by me.

I’m sleeping at the heartbreak hotel….

Poem

I’ve been living at the heartbreak hotel for a while now
Going from room to room
Bed to bed
It’s the same hotel but not the same place
It’s the same mood but not the same space
I’ve been living at the heartbreak hotel
Taking down the drapes to see the same clouds
Still hovering above my head
As I lay alone on my bed
I’m a tourist at the heartbreak hotel
Or at least that’s what I tell myself
It feels like the same decor but I’ve taken the curtains down
The scenery changes from time to time
It’s changed once more tonight

I’ve been living at the heartbreak hotel for a while now
I’m just a tourist- that’s what I tell myself anyhow
This room feels comfortable
Because I can’t remember anything else
I don’t remember a heart full of love
I’ve been sleeping at the heartbreak hotel
For some time now
Maybe I could leave tomorrow
Before I start calling it home

I’ve been writing about the world outside these walls
I’ve been painting free birds on these walls
Too afraid to leave the sadness behind
In case I leave and end up collecting some more
I’ve filled up some jars with tears
That I keep on this nightstand
I don’t think I need anymore
I’ve turned this heartbreak hotel into one fine prison
And hid the keys in a safe somewhere
To keep my heart safe I locked it up at this heartbreak hotel

I’ve been living at the heartbreak hotel for a while now
I’m a tourist or that’s what I tell myself anyhow
The room feels comfortable
Because I don’t remember anything else
I’ve been sleeping at the heartbreak hotel for a while now
Maybe I can leave somehow
Before I call it home

I was never scared of the world outside
Because I never feared death
But I’m too tired carrying around my jar of tears
Wearing my heart on my sleeve
I came to this hotel to sleep for a while
And I’m still here sleeping at the heartbreak hotel tonight

By Anshudha Garimella

How to get out of your own way…

We are all familiar with that voice in our heads that only has unkind words, a demotivating voice with a way to ruin our lives.

Think about this anytime you plan to start a new project, activity that you are excited about there is that voice in your head that tells you to give up.

You could be so excited and inspired and even doing well, but then that voice comes back and ruins everything.

But don’t worry everyone has gone through this.

Here are a few things to remember.

1. There is no reason to be scared of the voice. By being afraid-You give it power.

2. Don’t try to resist it. It gets stronger.

3. It’s easy to say acknowledge the voice and then let it go. But let’s be real that is easier said than done isn’t it? Yes acknowledge it but don’t beat yourself up if you can’t let it go. It takes practice and determination. And you maybe in the process of developing that determination. So keep going. Acknowledge that the thought is something you need to beat.

4. There are times when you feel you’ve made progress. And then that inner demotivating voice gets stronger. But remember it’s getting stronger because you are progressing So,it is trying to break you. Remember the progress and focus on that.

When this happens tell yourself the following things.

I must be progressing. I’ve almost won. I’m stronger than that voice. I can control my life.

5. Remind yourself that, that voice is not you. It is a part of you. You are so much more. It is a part of you that you can control. So, keep going. You’ve got this.

We just have to get out of our own way. Most of the stuff you tell yourself is what is hurting you. Because that self-depricating voice makes us give up even before we have started.

All of this is easy to write. I know. But I struggle with this too. Everybody does. That is why we have to remind ourselves to get out of our own way.

A letter to everyone- A message of hope

To everyone worrying about COVID-19 right now, here is just one thing I want to say.

Waves come but they also go…. So hold on.

I’m writing this from New Delhi, India. In the middle of the pandemic. Where a terrifying wave is sweeping the nation. A fear and pain that we are all feeling right now no matter where you are reading this from. It’s the same fear. It’s the same anxiety. We are all on the same boat. I have been thinking of this tumultuous situation all week (I say this as if I wasn’t already thinking of this for the past year. I was.)

I have been thinking about this every waking minute. I’m too afraid to turn on the news because I’m shaking watching the pain and fear that has contaminated our world.

I sit here, trying to hold back tears because this is beyond anything we can fathom. Every time I watch the news I go into an existential crisis. Because in this pain all I see is myself and those who I love. Just like you.

The people this planet has lost in this year alone and of course last year as well- I keep thinking that these people are all just like me with dreams, families, hopes, favourite movies… Their life is no less important than mine or yours. They won’t be forgotten. And I pray that they rest in peace.

I know there isn’t much I can do. I can’t change this I can’t bring them back. But I can stay safe. So I help myself and I focus on the responsibility that I have to take care of myself and as a result those around me. And I hope everyone in the world knows that, for now, this is enough. Just staying safe and wearing a mask. Taking precautions.

Fear isn’t going to stop this but time will.

I understand that everyone doesn’t have the privilege to stay at home and that people have misplaced their lives, their jobs, their sanity too. I am deeply upset and saddened by this. But all I can do is take care of myself and my family. All any of us can do is take care of ourselves and each other.

We have one responsibility to keep ourselves safe. And we can do it.

Here is a message of hope:

We may feel right now that this is the end, but it is not. We share this experience and pain with everyone in history who has also been swept and overwhelmed by the uncertainty and disaster of pandemics and epidemics. Be it influenza, black death, bubonic plague …..

the thing these malicious forces have in common is that just like a wave of the ocean they passed and this wave will too. We share this fear with people who have lived through this- time and time again over the course of history. For now please find some solace in the fact that, that is what waves do- they come and they go. They do go.

My heart goes out to everyone in my country and in my world who have lost loved ones this year. I’m truly saddened by this loss just like I’m sure you are too.

As Emily Dickinson said Hope is a thing with feathers.

I have hope and I hope you do too. So please stay safe, wear a mask, take care of yourself .I hope you find one thing about today that wasn’t so bad. You are not alone.

And if the bare minimum you can do today is to look after yourself and stay safe then you have done something great today.

I send you lots of love wherever you are.

Thanks for reading.

-Anshudha