Member Rara Avis
Mumbai, India : now in Belgium
Friends, this one is a long one, so please bear with me. All the same, I wish to receive all comments and critiques....I don't know how I managed to write all this, but I just did I think. It is now upto you to pass a judgement...
Yesterdays Revisited - Life's grand theft
Spontaneous thoughts, black wall,
Long drawn curtains, blocking daylight,
Dark figures, shady shadows crawling tall,
Images from those days come into troubled sight
Tentacles of yesterday come to bite,
Walls of this empty room bound to crush,
A paper boat, drowning, floating not so quite,
A whirlpool of sorrowful tears, unfortunate rush.
Sitting on mid-summer's bar stool, sipping my cooling drink of ale,
Nay, not liquor, it tended to hinder my cool, a dash of lime, the time so pale,
Evening sun had set, dropping the thermometer by many a degree
Neon lamps were lit, flashing on the night's light, to my heart setting out a flame's decree.
A lady in a red skirt, long legs I saw,
Silhouetted svelte figure, slender neck,
Stylish blonde hair, I beheld agape,
An open jaw, as for the lass, she walked past the deck.
Grabbing the bar, I held myself still, wondering if she would ever turn, and look,
Suddenly, she turned staring right through, a slanted glance, a half-smile, an invitation I took.
Got off the stool, walked to her, gingerly, passed a customary greeting, a cursory glance,
I pored deep into her bluish eyes, was lovely, a face - most fascinating, and a glitter - a trance.
I offered her a hand while music blared,
Swing-time it wreaked, salsa I never knew,
A rose, placed in her mouth, delicate and cared,
The aim now was to take the rose away, whew!
Surprising myself, I did quite well, as I effortless lifted her light body
Claps around, cheers did swell, a little blush, she had me transfixed already.
A gentle kiss, a nod of the head, she brushed my hair, arousing my furious passion,
Soft, tender skin, I caressed her neck instead, she seemed to love it, and liquor was back in fashion.
A shot of tequila, gin or whisky with ice, whatever it took,
To calm my nerves, I was ready to have a go,
A few drinks later, a 'long-island ice tea' was up, felt like a spook,
She gently whispered, "shall we go?"
What she saw in me, I would never know,
I was happy, gladdened to the skies,
Starry summer night- tempestuous celestial show,
Tonight, I was ready to go to all highs
A few days went by, as weeks rolled on,
Two lovebirds chirped melodies into the summer skies,
Two creatures whispering in a language of their own,
Two lives joined as one soul to rise.
Soon, the beautiful warm season came to an end,
Dark clouds gathered, the sun had given way,
Heavy rains lashed, lightning struck, violent trend,
Bickering became common features, quarrels many each day,
Warmth in the land had drifted apart,
Peace of soul, love had withered away,
With loving words, I caressed her heart,
Alas! Couldn't cool her tempest, had to give way.
She left me, sought another man, took away my money that I did not mind,
Called me names, I shoved them in a can, heart broken, bruised, I was left behind.
Two hearts had joined in unison, one soul, when the soul then breaks away,
The body is left without a goal - listless predicament of life's travesty makes headway.
I sight visions
To this day, I see them sights,
Her lovely face, her blue eyes bright,
Half-opened lips, innocence that invites,
Casual, angel-winged heart the passion it ignites.
Each time, I take a look at nature's delights,
Brilliant radiant, shiny faces, beautiful smiles,
My heart pulsates, sadly, deprived of lights,
Each photo from beauty magazines, my soul hitherto defiles
I had quenched my thirst with beauty,
Tried to cling on to its wealth, used all my might
Had overdone my love perhaps, a pity,
Now I learned, all that glittered was not a golden sight…
But to this day, the sour taste remained,
Of ills that the past relation left,
Dark throes feeling injustice, nothing gained
Denial of life's pleasure, life's grand theft…
Yesterdays Revisited in May 2000
Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisle,
With itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home....
by Roger Waters (Pink Floyd) - The Wall
[This message has been edited by Sudhir Iyer (edited 05-31-2000).]