Rain: Poetry in Motion

Rain drops of rhythm and song

A monotony of calm prayers long

A chaos forgotten in a crystal mine

Balanced with indifference, a sign

Thunders and lightning of love

High and mighty, yet high above

Chaos in passion feeling mellow

Balanced with the rhythm below

Times have wondered gone and past

And ones to come forever last

Screaming to find answers so few

Balance and reason and all that's true

The answer, my friend

Is blowing in the wind

The answer

Is blowing in the wind

Hungry Tide

Out of inspiration from the book and boredom of the summer

A Pair of Wings

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Cry

Cry with me now

Tears will follow

Did you not

Know ?

From the very start

So why does it hurt

If we could grow a pair of wings

We could fly away to the east

And build a tree-house, in paradise

If we could walk away from the world

We could go to cliffs up north

And live in a cave in paradise

Scream

Scream with me now

The pain will subside

What did we

Think?

That we can live through

The great distance

If we could grow a pair of wings

We could fly away to the east

And build a tree-house, in paradise

If we could walk away from the world

We could go to cliffs up north

And live in a cave in paradise

Take

Take my hand now

Walk with me

Let’s try and

Take

Take the plunge and see

If we can survive

We don’t need a pair of wings

We could still fly to the east

And build a tree-house, in paradise

We could walk away from the world

We could go to cliffs up north

And live in a cave in paradise

Inspired by Snow Patrol: Chasing Cars

Mandolin Man

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Lying on my bed, a lazy afternoon

Nothing’s on the radio, dozed away soon

A distant music in the silence made want to me smile

Made me want to laugh for a longer little while

It’s not just the music, there’s story in it

Is it mine or is it yours, or just on love is it?

It plucks on slowly at me, makes me want to cry

Makes me want to laugh again, and makes me want to try

Mandolin Man

Where did you come from, where will you go

Mandolin Man

What is your secret, I want to know

Mandolin Man

You stole my heart now, with just a few notes

Mandolin Man

I sing along with you as my heart floats

Singing along with you, singing the same tune

Lost my senses, come now dance under the moon

What a lovely sunflower, what a pretty rose!

How come I never sat by and watched when the sun rose

Singing along with you, I forgot everything

A traveler can’t stay just for a pretty thing

Even if the love is strong, and the music says it all

You have to go I know, yet the heart will take a fall

Mandolin Man

I’ll think of you every day, and your lovely song

Mandolin Man

All things you said and heard, my heart will long

Mandolin Man

It’s true I love you, I love you so

Mandolin Man

For one last time I say, please don’t go

I recently bumped into a song called The Mandolin Man and His Secret by Donovan. The title sounded lovely, like an old epic love song. I was very disappointed when I heard it (and read it). Yet it inspired me to try my own hand (and my own voice) at it. Here is what I got. No, there is no audio clip. May be a month later, I would feel like it to record.

Miss You, Dear Friend

Miss you

When I see the sun shine

When the sun plays behind the clouds

When the Indian flag flutters

When the leaves call me (us)

When the flowers are not red

When I see the waters at the beach

When I see a flute or a feather

When I see the candle

When I see the butterflies

And in all of them

I see you

And remember

You are my friend

As much as I am yours

(26th July, 2004)

Gift-Wrapped !

Look outside your window Step outside that door

Let the sunshine inside Let the warmth flow

Walk again in the woods Wilderness at stake

Packed up in a gift-wrap Hold out your hand, just take

Forgive me my friend For the stupid moments

Five or ten from now Laugh or cry, it depends

But today I won’t blame you If you don’t see the fireworks

Trust the tale that’s told now In the shadows it lurks

Why oh why do things change Wait, I don’t see it move

Nomadic movement I see Everywhere I approve

But now is not the moment To think twice or thrice or more

Let the sunshine inside Let the warmth flow

Facebook is a playground Blogging I no longer do

In fear of fears that see Evading the loneliness true

Let my poems shift base To gather sipping ice

Hear and see it all weird Sleeping walking and breathing lies

But not today no no It is the time to glow

Let the sunshine inside Let the warmth flow

Pieces in the puzzle now It’s what you make

Packed up in a gift-wrap Hold out your hand, just take

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Driving Down the Road

Turned the ignition on

Slowly I eased on to the road

With a cheque book gift-wrapped with a little bow

Lying on the next seat

I started driving

Down the winding road

With a little red ribbon and its bow

On the cheque book on the next seat

I kept driving

Into the city full of toys

And so many new things that came by

With gift-wraps and little bows

Window shopping

All way to the new stores

Shows and handbags with glittery gems

And many new dresses

Hanging by the window

All so tempting to be taken

I stepped down whenever whatever

Everything into the backseat

Things kept piling

Bills with ink and fading

Stuffed with excess baggage back there

Full of colors and cute little noises

Tired of driving

Drove into a motel down the road

Parked the car at the parking, full to the core

With a cheque book in my hand

On the bed, just lying

Thinking of all the things

Lying in the backseat to the brim

Colors and cute noises

Then to throw it

Throw it all way for one

On little precious thing better than

All the excess baggage

Walked to car

Dumped it all out of

Picked the one thing I would want

Threw it all away

Started driving

With a cheque book next

To me in gift-wrap and a little bow

A precious one in the backseat

In the drone

Of the driving I couldn't

Hear the tin-can tattering at the back

A tin-can tied to the rear

Picked up

My scissors to cut

The tin-can out of the way

Cut the rope

Couldn't do it

May be tomorrow

May be another tomorrow

Let it be for a while

In the drone

Of the driving I couldn't

I couldn't hear it ever at all

Let it be for a while

Started driving down the road

A precious one in the backseat

In next, cheque book gift-wrapped with a little bow

A tin-can tattering tied to the rear

Maybe tomorrow

Another morrow

One precious better

Than a backseat full

Yet a tin-can tatters

Cheque book never ends

Cheque book gift-wrapped with a little bow

And precious in the backseat

Why Can't We Smile ?

Tell me
Why does the heart beat
Faster in fear than fun
Why do memories stay
Longer in pain than fun

Tears move mountains
Sad songs make you cry
Hurt brings humanity
Loss brings wisdom

Why do we always
Grab on you despair
Why cant the world speak
Of good and happy

Why
Does a pretty picture
Of a sole sunflower
Never win a prize
Why
Does the drought-struck land
With a starving kid
Win all accolades

Why can't we all smile
Why can't we all cry
Joy, tears of joy
Why can't we all smile

A Sunflower-Shaped Cake

A sunflower-shaped cake
So full so beautiful
Candles lit all over
Ready, waiting to be blown
Holding promises
Of wishes to come true
Cake so tempting
I's like to make a wish
And take a delicate bite
Part of me says do it
Wishes shall come true
And the cake is your heaven
Don't! says another
The last you had was burnt
By the flame of wishing candles
Yet another part
Makes a wish skywards

Tire Swings

I went to the park for a little walk
Thought I'd get a moment to finally talk
But you never looked around when I walked by your side
And when I followed you, you glared at me with spite

I never could have given up
If I were so strong
But I m just a little girl
Who got it all wrong
I could have been all that
Assertive type
If I had known it would work
and that's what you'd like

But it never works like we had
Always planned
So when it doesnt work we
Let it go and stand

Celebrate

Speak
In a different language
That no one can speak nor hear

Sing
In a lighter tone
that no one can play

Music
For a thoughtful reason
That no one can rationalise

Live
In a wonderful world
that you make for yourself

Say
That you wanna be the
Way
that you wanna be that
Way
that you can
Say
That it's the
Way
you wanna be

Alone
But not afraid
Hurt
but not broken
Hard
but still fragile
Stoned
but beautiful

Dreams
Feelings
Abstract realism