A bridge turns into a mere rubble
The rainbow no longer visible -
a burst bubble
The colors fade, banshees serenade
The inevitable bites its own tail
We deafen within our own wails
One edge of the rope holds on strong
One withers and dies away before long
The broken bridge was aghast inside
It's tears left it high and dry
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Friday, October 9, 2009
The one I could not complete
Monday, July 13, 2009
Of breaking and rutbreaks
And so it was foretold
the doom about the unfold
the pure of heart were to be poisoned
the bitter revelation of betrayal, envisioned
"Sure , why not?", they laughed it by
with a sarcasm so sharp, yet so dry
Neither of the two had thought of the bad
But one wasn't true, yet the other so glad
And so dragged on this tryst past many a fight
the one so true, held on with all might
The seers and prophets laughed, jokes galore
"Silly young lad! This shan't last no more!"
PS: Found this piece of crap while clearing my drawers at work.
PPS: This is nothing related to me or anyone else in my life.
PPPS: Poetry standards at all time low - this would be #37.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
The end of an era
Last night, thanks to a good friend of mine, I was reminded of the fact that Michael Jackson's memorial services was about to start. I had never watched a live event on web cast . This was the first time.
I got a CNN link and they had collaborated with Facebook - so millions of people were watching the video on pane of the browser and updating status in Facebook parallely. The memorial service featured performances by famous artistes like Mariah Carey, Usher, Lionel Richie , John Mayer and Jermaine Jackson (MJ's elder brother). Usher broke down in the middle of the service (wonder why) and the entire Jackson family came up on stage and hugged him. Jermaine Jackson's rendition of 'Smile' was very touching. And as we all had expected the event wound up with 'We are the world' and 'Heal the world'. Tear filled goodbyes were bid to the true king of pop , and his daughter's sentimental , choked up goodbye had touched many hearts.
Most people in my generation would agree when I state that we listened to Michael Jackson's work a lot in our teens and still do. Who hasn't heard of 'They dont really care about us' or did not get choked up after seeing the video of 'Earth Song', or jived to 'Black or White', 'Beat it', 'Thriller' or 'Smooth Criminal'?
Even though he had a turbulent and a traumatic personal life , I have tremendous respect for the musician in him.And he will live in our hearts. Eternally.
RIP.
(August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009)
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Maktub
I say to you , it is written.
And by your hands, it is unwritten.
In those sacred moments , where
the creator walks through the creation.
Labels: Life, Lyrics, Philosofeee
