I thought I wont be writing anymore for sometime at least . But now looks like I have been infected by a virus where sometimes if something comes to my mind I just need to type it . And although they might just be some random thoughts of a lazy mind , well if it is written it has to be posted. Since it's for me , right , and no one else. So when a lazy soul yawns , the following pieces are the outcome.One is an attempted poetry and another is an attempted song. Here the key word is Attempted ..
A day in life :
No deep thoughts , no big emotions . No Depression , No
Sadness . Just a plane simple account of a very normal day in life . Well Again
, inspired by the epic Beatles song ‘ A day in Life “ where Lennon
/Mccartney wove magic in the lyrics. My poem tells how a small little thing like a guitar pick can make or ruin your day.There is no moral of the story , And if there is , the
reader have to use their own mind to find one . It’s the first time I tried my luck to some
lighter stuff . Hope I am better than Miserable.
There was a day : Attempted song .....nothing more to say , nothing more should be tried , Never should be sung , I know ..someone will die...
A Day In Life
My day was as good , as it can get;
I was feeling happy and all was set.
I smiled my way into my car;
Thought I’ll go home and play some guitar.
Reached Home Fast at Half Past Four ;
Singing all the way , to the fourth Floor .
Jumped into the shower , started the jukebox;
The playlist of my throat can never get lost.
All dressed up and looking fine;
Some juice in the Glass of Guyana’s Lime.
I reached for my guitar , to start the show;
Strummed with the pick and said “ here we go “.
Played a few chords in Harrison Style ;
It was coming so well , I went the extra mile.
Pleased with myself at ten past Six;
I checked into the Face book , taking a break.
I met few friends , from long time back;
Read a new review for a service pack.
Had some nice chats ,and heard a new song;
It was “the day” , nothing can go wrong.
I picked my guitar for another start ;
If it’s going well then let’s not part.
For a few seconds I dreamt of Beatles fame;
But where is my pick , can’t find it Damn!!
Searched for it , all over my place;
Under the bed sheets and over the case.
At fifteen past eight , I sank in the chair;
Can’t get the pick and it’s there nowhere.
Feeling so low , with nothing to do;
My mood grew dark , and it’s sad I knew.
The sense when you missed on something u want ;
It’s little tingling pain quite close to the heart.
Heard a loud knock on my room’s door ;
I Opened it with a fearsome roar.
Startled the little boy , dropped the cup ;
It was my evening tea , he had brought up.
I was out of wits in not much time;
When I finished cleaning , it was half past nine.
As I sat tired , to take a breath;
The Power went off , I gave a yell of death.
Nothing can be right , on this wretched day;
Whatever I do , try as I may.
As I lay on bed , in dark with closed eyes;
Something sharp scratched my neck , like a pointed knife.
I reached for the thing in the dark;
Beneath the pillow cover , like an arc .
And it was there , my little guitar pick;
Can’t help but smile , on god’s little trick.
There Was A Day
There has been days , when I always knew
That it will rain ,it will be very soon
But I will be ,all alone again ,
As without you, it’s
never the same.
But as I say this ,my Love ,
Are you looking ,from above ,
I have been
thinking all day ,
Why god has taken you away ,
How did I ever ,let you go
How can I be, happy anymore ..
there was a day , when I first saw you ,
such a lovely smile
,and before I knew
We were in love , forever I said ,
You just smiled And kissed, me instead.
But as I say this ,my Love ,
Are you looking from above ,
I have been
thinking all day ,
Why god has taken you away ,
How did I ever let you go
can I be happy anymore ..
But there will be a day , when you and me ..
Will be together , and you will see,
All the love ,I have kept inside ,
Will still be there , when I die.
And as I say this my love ,
I know you are looking from above.
I know you are looking from above.
