Every morning for this dame,
it’s all the same.
the buzzer goes off at seven,
pulling her out of her sleepy heaven.
There’s rain and wind and sun,
For her it’s a usual day either or none.
Humming a tune to go with a silly jig,
with extravagant hopes of flying away on a Mig
Untamed dreams and melodies in every thought,
Living a practical life with cereals to be bought!
Tiny horizons that walk through museums and parks
And reach the Amazon and Africa in her mind’s larks
Her life is here and today,
A little pool of happiness and petty dismay
It’s amazing how untouched it feels,
In spite of the way this recession like a movie reels.
In books with a musty smell and yellowy pages,
Had she read romantic tales of the 1930′s rages.
Standing amidst rising prices and friends on the bench,
Nothing changes unless it’s your own thirst to quench.
‘Compassion in the jungle…compassion in your heart’
That’s where it stays in spite of a little difference you might impart.
Life goes on…
And until it’s an experience you stumble upon…
It’ll always be your personal song.
Blogposts
You sound just like me.. Just like me..
I am so gonna write today!
Thank You
Thought provoking song, with a touch of humor.. Liked it!
For this dame,
its mostly the same
I get up to a ring tone,
beat up my alarm phone
In the traffic I fight
pray to God to change the light
to work I sulk
I sulk at work
everything at the cafe’s bland
mabbe its time to eat sand
squashed between without a clue
Its time to give up, I am thru
But then I hear a faint song
In the wind someone sings along
I smile, another kindled spirit
Distance is never the limit …
Life goes on…
You found your personal song
:) I hope u like it (dedicated to u and ure personal song!)
@MT: Can’t wait :-)
@Vik: Thanks! :-) I started out writing a poem…but it did turn into a song.
@Tsu:
Did I like it? How could I not?
You my friend always manage to join the missing dot
I’m lucky I didn’t have to wait for long,
For you simply whistled along
Life goes on…
But with friends like you it’s a beautiful dawn
Sheesh! Talk about corny! :P
wow!
what a day! MT writes finally.
good breakfast.
my favorite eye shadow resurfaces.
work is fun again.
and u find your song and it beats to mine too!
lovely!
grrrrr… I wanna write a poem/song too!
@Reema: Wow! I found my fav eye shadow yday as well! ;-)
@Varun: Just do it! :-) You write amazing poems when you want to! :-*
Ok Since all the eye shadows have been found and dmaes have had their done ins with the poor alarm clocks.. I’d just like to ask…
Which 1930 romance did you read???
And tow both T and Prude I’d just like to say
For these dames
Its all the same
They wake to the noise of the alarms… only to disarm the lateness of the hour and the hangover of the dusk…
Cursing the rush hour of the tube and the road…
A song of abuse and a dance of butt kicks
With oh so sweet smiles and hiss
they move to lunch of mayo filled sandwiches only to say I’ll work out today :-)
Ok no violence now girls!!!
@pRicky!
This went too far…
I declare outright war!
If my loyal memory has anything to say,
It’s this crazy dude that annoyed us from September to May!
He ate up all our food,
And messed up our mood
Gave tall lectures about gymming and being fit,
Look who’s becoming a non-gymming git! :P
I read romantic tales about the 1930′s depression. Romantic is also associated with idealism, bravery, patritism etc etc :-)
i love the poem but i like the comments and repartees better!!
BAH!!!
BAH!!!
Just stuff a bar
A farce is all that is your war
Your memory has failed u more than its fair
Like your lost bus fare…
Irritating tamil freak…
crazy enough to bleat with a creak…
The dame could only think aloo
While her body turned kachaloo…
All lectures were missed wide
like the size of her own backside…
Oh woe begone!!! a gugu she was and a gugu she remains…
A war is a welcome change… :P
Yeah so which romantic idelaism of 1930 did you read?
Let me hear of it???
beautiful…
with a song on ur lips and a smile on ur face and a skip in ur gait… isnt that how it goes? :-)
hi pruuuuuuuuuuuudddddeeeeeee almost sounded like i was talking. glad to re-discover u… and what an apt post to ur walk in teh clouds. like they say this too shall pass- and may i add – more shall come
pRicky!!!pRicky!!!pRicky!!! After YEARS of knowing me do you think I will ever feel good about getting up inthe morning whereas our sweet P will sing songs after the alarm goes off!!! :) love u P :)