Poetry, music and more...

by **Satish** » Fri Mar 21, 2003 3:48 pm

When the melody of my tunes 
Reaches you in distant dunes 
When my doves with white pinions 
Reaches your sight dominions 
When my trace of your indulgence 
Reaches the grace of your remembrance 
When the breeze carries in splendour 
My message in your slumber 
When the leaves clung to your anklet 
Stares at me in delight 

Come to me with smiles 
Deep from distant dales 
Come to me with a perfume of promise 
And with a thunder of sweet noise 
Come to me with a rosy charm 
To save me from gloomy storm 
To disclose heart’s secret utter 
That you mind wove in nectar 
To drown me in your dark eyes 
And to crown the blue skies!!!

by **Satish** » Wed Mar 26, 2003 1:43 pm

If you can keep your head when all about you 
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, 
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you 
But make allowance for their doubting too, 
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, 
Or being lied about, don\'t deal in lies, 
Or being hated, don\'t give way to hating, 
And yet don\'t look too good, nor talk too wise: 

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master, 
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; 
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster 
And treat those two impostors just the same; 
If you can bear to hear the truth you\'ve spoken 
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, 
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, 
And stoop and build \'em up with worn-out tools: 

If you can make one heap of all your winnings 
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, 
And lose, and start again at your beginnings 
And never breathe a word about your loss; 
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew 
To serve your turn long after they are gone, 
And so hold on when there is nothing in you 
Except the Will which says to them: \"Hold on!\" 

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, 
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch, 
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; 
If all men count with you, but none too much, 
If you can fill the unforgiving minute 
With sixty seconds\' worth of distance run, 
Yours is the Earth and everything that\'s in it, 
And—which is more—you\'ll be a Man, my son! 

— Rudyard Kipling

by **popesmokesdope** » Wed Mar 26, 2003 8:40 pm

hey Satish, you into Blake ? Besides this thread should be aptly renamed \"Dead Poets Society\" (pun intended...)..tsk..*tsk moderator are ytou listening ??

by **4MyLove** » Thu Mar 27, 2003 10:31 am

Oh, What good will writing do?? 
I want to put my hand out and touch you 
I want to do for you and care for you 
I want to be there when you are sick and when you are lonesome 

...I miss you even more than I could have believed 
...and I was prepared to miss you a good deal 
This is just really a squeal of pain. 
I suppose you are accustomed to people saying all these things 

Damn you... spoilt creature... 
I shan\'t make you love me any more by giving myself away like this 
But oh my dearest... I can\'t be clever and stand-offish with you... 
I love you too much for that!!! 

Let me lie 
Let me die on thy snow covered bosom... 
I would eat of thy flesh as a delicate fruit... 
I am drunk of its smell... and the scent of the thy tresses 
Is a flame that devours... 

A book of verses underneath the bough... 
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou 
Beside me singing in the wilderness - 
Oh... Wilderness were paradise enow...

by **Satish** » Thu Mar 27, 2003 5:25 pm

Epitaph!!

For every glory, a poet yearns 
Is hidden the pain of words 
For the torture of their souls 
Upon the bed of Procrustes 

Tormented, all the words revolted and met 
Beyond the horizons of his imagination 
Decided they, to comfort their souls 
And many burst into tears and spoke 

Love mourned, “He hated me!!” 
Hate squeaked, “He loved me!!” 
Beauty panted, “He exploited me!!” 
Silence sighed, “He stabbed me too!!” 

They all, climbed to the peaks of his heart 
And plunged into the depths of death 
Dead are his songs, sonnets and lyrics now 
And he stood lamenting without a word 

He buried their coffins within his heart 
And built tombs without an epitaph!!!

by **Satish** » Thu Mar 27, 2003 5:28 pm

Tiptoe!! 

Hearing of the fairies in the tales 
We started and went towards the dales 
Searched for the angels and heroes in our list 
As we tiptoed into the beautiful mist 

When the black cuckoo started its coos 
We went out for the summer mangoes 
Away from the sight of the wardens 
We slipped and tiptoed into the gardens 

She smiled to me with chubby cheeks 
Winked me, to come over to the creeks 
To fly joyously as the birds with wings 
And we tiptoed out towards the swings 

We once ventured into the distant woods to dare 
Speak to the lion king, but on the way found a hare 
White and cute, the hare relishing a fresh carrot
We tiptoed towards her, guided by a green parrot 

She and me ran to chase a butterfly 
With heads held up to the sky 
Wondering, who dressed it with colors? 
As we tiptoed to catch it on the flowers 

Up in the bushes, we saw newly born puppies 
Thought of to rear them with sweet honeys 
Left in the middle, the noisy rattle carts 
And tiptoed towards them like cats 

She came one day, wearing a white frock 
Looked as a pigeon out of the flock 
Trimmed her locks, styled hair with tiny clips 
Tiptoed and kissed me with her rosy lips 

Playing music on a tiny violin, stood I still 
And as the essence of the kiss scattered to fill 
All my heart, the tune went to a passionate crescendo 
And togetherness tiptoed into an affair that never ended!!

by **Saif** » Thu Mar 27, 2003 10:07 pm

I met someone very special in my life, but I don\'t know how to convince her. Hope one day she will start liking me... Here to tell her why should she like me... 

Why should you like me? 

Dear, you don’t like me, 
Whereas I can\'t stop liking you. 

Dear, you don’t like peanuts in chocolates, 
Whereas I just enjoy them. 

Dear, you like good packing, 
While I like good content in it. 

Dear, you make my days pleasurable, 
Whereas I make your irritating. 

Dear, you are so simple, 
Whereas I am so complicated. 

Dear, you are so sensible, 
Where as I am senseless. 

Dear, you had lot of things to think about, 
Whereas I am just thinking about you. 

Dear, you are symbol of beauty, 
Whereas I look like beast. 

Dear, you are laughing at my feelings, 
Whereas I am just upset all the day. 

Dear, you are deleting all my mails, 
Whereas I am just writing mails. 

Dear, you have forgotten me, 
Whereas besides accepting you, nothing is in my mind. 

Then why should u like me? 
Because both of us respect elders, and elders say, \"Positive negative make great pairs\" 
Just like you and me...

by **Satish** » Fri Mar 28, 2003 1:19 pm

It\'s not about Blake\'s Tyger, tyger, Mr.Dope, it\'s about yin-yang (love and strife)... and regarding dead poets, ask the ferry man from the rat hole... wherez that Charon of the dead??

by **kalyani** » Tue Apr 01, 2003 11:24 am

why bother about death...when life is full time consuming

by **Sstish** » Tue Apr 01, 2003 3:21 pm

What mirages should I behold?? 
What Cassandras should I believe?? 
So many elegies did I writ 
Pouring my odes into the storms 
Of obscurity... 

And in the realms of obscurity 
Thou shall listen my whispering odes 
That tresspass through the meanders 
Into the choir of thy heart... 

In the choir of thou heart 
Shall I sing the silence you beheld 
The profane dreams that you confided 
And the echoes that reverberated 
Within the charming walls of your heart... 

Into the walls of your heart 
Dared I to venture, beneath the stars 
Heard the delicate ligering echoes 
And killed the echoes, with a kiss 
On your collyrium eyes... 

Eyes, silence, collyrium, and a kiss 
Wine, verse, snow and a flame 
In this paradise let\'s walk 
Hand in hand... 
Devouring each other!!

by **thus spake an artist** » Sat Apr 05, 2003 11:30 am

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, 
By each let this be heard, 
Some do it with a bitter look, 
Some with a flattering word, 
The coward does it with a kiss, 
The brave man with a sword! 

Some kill their love when they are young, 
And some when they are old; 
Some strangle with the hands of Lust, 
Some with the hands of Gold: 
The kindest use a knife, because 
The dead so soon grow cold. 

Some love too little, some too long, 
Some sell, and others buy; 
Some do the deed with many tears, 
And some without a sigh: 
For each man kills the thing he loves, 
Yet each man does not die. 

- Oscar Wilde in \"The gaol of Reading\"

by **Teetotaller** » Wed Apr 16, 2003 4:19 pm

Dreaming when Dawn\'s Left Hand was in the Sky 
I heard a Voice within the Tavern cry, 
\"Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup 
\"Before Life\'s Liquor in its Cup be dry.\" 

And David\'s Lips are lock\'t; but in divine 
High piping Pehlevi, with \"Wine! Wine! Wine! 
\"Red Wine!\"---the Nightingale cries to the Rose 
That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine. 

---Omar Khayyam\'s Rubaiyat

by **tarantula** » Wed Apr 16, 2003 4:45 pm

Gentlemen and Ladies, all this literary outpouring is, quite literarally mind-boggling. Never thought Hyderabad, this sleepy little town of ours, could ever give birth to such poetousness. However, since the title mentions music too, maybe we could give that a dekko as well? Hey Pope, you mentioned writing a tune for one of the peoms on the board. What do you play?

by **popesmokesdope** » Thu Apr 17, 2003 3:08 pm

...Dilruba/Tanpura...

by **Satish** » Fri Apr 18, 2003 8:11 pm

Guys and Gentlemen (of course, only music connoisseurs), heard of Don..McLean\'s American Pie? Our board needs to take a relook at the lyrics of this enigmatic song. So go maverick and reinterpret it for us... Mr.Dope and the Charon, the ferryman are you listening? Here\'s the lyrics... njoi interpreting it... 
A long, long time ago 
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile 
And I knew if I had my chance 
That I could make those people dance 
And maybe they\'d be happy for a while 
But February made me shiver 
With every paper I\'d deliver 
Bad news on the doorstep 
I couldn\'t take one more step 
I can\'t remember if I cried 
When I read about his widowed bride 
But something touched me deep inside 
The day the music died 
So, 

CHORUS 
Bye, bye Miss American Pie 
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry 
And them good \'ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye 
Singing \"This will be the day that I die\", 
\"This will be the day that I die.\" 

Did you write the book of love 
And do you have faith in God above 
If the Bible tells you so 
And do you believe in rock & roll 
Can music save your mortal soul 
And can you teach me how to dance real slow 
Well, I know that you\'re in love with him 
\'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym 
You both kicked off your shoes 
Man, I dig those rhythm & blues 
I was a lonely, teenaged bronc\'n buck 
With a pink carnation and a pick-up truck 
But I knew I was out of luck 
On the day the music died 
I started singing... 

CHORUS 
Bye, bye Miss American Pie 
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry 
And them good \'ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye 
Singing \"This will be the day that I die\", 
\"This will be the day that I die.\" 

Now for ten years we\'ve been on our own 
And moss grows fat on a rolling stone 
But that\'s not how it used to be 
When the Jester sang for the King and Queen 
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean 
And a voice that came from you and me 
Oh, and while the King was looking down 
The Jester stole his thorny crown 
The courtroom was adjourned 
No verdict was returned 
And while Lenin read a book on Marx 
The quartet practiced in the park 
And we sang dirges in the dark 
The day the music died 
We were singing... 

CHORUS
Bye, bye Miss American Pie 
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry
And them good \'ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye 
Singing \"This will be the day that I die\", 
\"This will be the day that I die.\" 

Helter Skelter in the summer swelter 
The birds flew off with the fallout shelter 
Eight miles high and fallin\' fast 
And landed foul out on the grass 
The player tried for a forward pass 
With the Jester on the sidelines in a cast 
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume 
While sergeants played a marching tune 
We all got up to dance 
Oh, but we never got the chance 
\'Cause the players tried to take the field 
The marching band refused to yield 
Do you recall what was revealed 
The day the music died 
We started singing... 

CHORUS
Bye, bye Miss American Pie 
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry 
And them good \'ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye 
Singing \"This will be the day that I die\", 
\"This will be the day that I die.\" 

Oh, and there we were all in one place 
A generation lost in space 
But no time left to start again 
So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick 
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick 
\'Cause fire is the Devil\'s only friend 
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage 
My hands were clinched in fists of rage 
No angel born in hell 
Could break that Satan\'s spell 
And as the Flames climbed high into the night 
To light the sacrificial rite 
I saw Satan laughing with delight 
The day the music died 
He was singing... 

CHORUS
Bye, bye Miss American Pie 
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry 
And them good \'ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye 
Singing \"This will be the day that I die\", 
\"This will be the day that I die.\" 

I met a girl who sang the blues 
And I asked her for some happy news 
But she just smiled and turned away 
I went down to the sacred store 
Where I\'d heard the music years before 
But the man there said the music wouldn\'t play 
And in the streets the children screamed 
The lovers cried and the poets dreamed 
But not a word was spoken 
The Church bells all were broken 
And the three men I admire most 
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost 
They caught the last train for the coast 
The day the music died 
And they were singing... 

CHORUS 
Bye, bye Miss American Pie 
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry 
And them good \'ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye 
Singing \"This will be the day that I die\", 
\"This will be the day that I die.\" 
They was singing... 

CHORUS 
Bye, bye Miss American Pie 
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry 
And them good \'ole boys were drinking whiskey and rye 
Singing \"This will be the day that I die\", 
\"This will be the day that I die.\"

by **Arun** » Mon Apr 21, 2003 12:35 pm

Looks like Satish became a die hard fan of Don Mc Lean\'s \'American Pie\'

. I agree to the fact that it was a good composition and he was a good singer, songwriter and performer, but I just have a belief that he tried to project himself with the term \'American Pie\' but not w/ his skill. His other singles like \'Castles In The Air\', \'And I Love You So\' were mere casual love songs and best suited for people whirling in fantasies of Love blaah blaah... 

Coming to \'Blues\', yes, Blues was a kind of revived music which emerged from an artist\'s flair. Take any song from this genre - the singer tries to put you in his shoes and visualise why and what he wants to convey. 

Any controversies fellas

?? 

Have fun!!

by **popesmokesdope** » Wed Apr 23, 2003 1:51 pm

Erm… Satish, this is cruel man … every line has like a hajaar interpretation and references…. and I am too lazy to put in words. Besides, anyone who is even remotely hip about the 50’s/60’s music will definitely savor the number. A panoramic view of the life in the 50’s through the 70’s and tangentially relating to Jazz, Blues, politics, religion, Vietnam, Russia, death of idealism, corporate takeover, commercialization of music (responsible for his disillusionment in Rock ‘n Roll). Damn, I am all dehydrated now… thinking about this song makes me drool. Charon, wassupp? Still dancing to the tunes of Pied Piper of Hamlin .. eh? ‘Tis time to ferry the spirit of Buddy Holly across to the never-neverland.( Ritchie Valens & Big Bops are waiting ….no offence to the RV & BB fans tho’). Arun, very true!!Blues Junkie!! Those who are still wondering what exactly “American Pie” is… well it literally means “Rock &Roll” !!Don McLean for GOD!!

by **tarantula** » Thu Apr 24, 2003 1:26 pm

\"Thou hast left an indelible seal upon the wax of my soul,
a stamp that persevereth, lasting...
Wherever thou roamest,
touching other lives and souls,
thy memory shall be etch\'d, engraven...
Short, perhaps, is the touching of two lives,
yet long is the memory of that touching,
and longer still is the mark left,
unnoticed,
sleeping,
yet always there...\"

by **Teetotaller** » Mon Apr 28, 2003 4:36 pm

Up from Earth\'s Centre through the Seventh Gate 
I rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate, 
And many Knots unravel\'d by the Road; 
But not the Knot of Human Death and Fate. 

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, 
Before we too into the Dust descend; 
Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie, 
Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and---sans End!

by **Satish** » Mon Apr 28, 2003 4:39 pm

wherez Charon, 4MyLove....Mr.Pope any extra dope for them!!

by **Fiddler** » Tue Apr 29, 2003 1:55 pm

Taking off from the Lord of the Rings craze, I think Tolkien was an incredible poet as well an amazing writer. He used so many different styles, moods and rythms! Example: 

All that is gold does not glitter, 
Not all those who wander are lost; 
The old that is strong does not wither, 
Deep roots are not reached by the frost. 
From the ashes a fire shall be woken, 
A light from the shadow shall spring; 
Renewed shall be blade that was broken, 
The crownless again shall be king. 

I think, among the brouhaha about his writing, his talent as a poet is being completely sidelined. A pity, actually...

by **Satish** » Wed Apr 30, 2003 12:04 pm

Clepsydra!! 

When my reason and art 
Stood amidst the lonely sands 
I cherished every drop of moment 
As the thirst of the desert 

As time flowed and I ventured 
Into the hills and plains 
Many droplets of moments 
Confronted my senses 
And I chased every moment 
That seemed great 

Into the streams, rivulets and rivers 
I dived for the moments and their charms 
Surmounting and trespassing every meander 
And their graceful swirls and turns, 
Stole many moments 
And stored them in my soul 

 But many moments left untouched, 
Drifting into an unknown destination 
Chasing them, I found myself 
In the seas and oceans 

Leaving me, amidst infinite drops 
To cherish, yet stood I still 
For the moments are not sweet 
As the droplets in the desert 
My appetite and forte 
Are too tiny and meek to cherish 

I drowned myself in those eternal 
And overwhelming moments 
To taste again the sweet drops 
That vapoured along with my soul 
To recreate myself with other epiphanies 
And to taste unquenched drops of moments!!

by **Fiddler** » Wed Apr 30, 2003 5:01 pm

My own take-off on The Lord of the Rings

Forth he rode, on galloping thunder, 
Armoured in black, shrouded in wonder, 
His broadswrod keen, his shield damasked in gold. 
Forth he rode, to win his fair maiden, 
Though his path be obstacle-laden, 
Proud and strong, last of the kings of old. 
 
Far he rode through unknown lands, 
Long he rode through moors and sands, 
At last he came to see her once more, 
They shut the gates and barred him the door. 
 
Bring this weary prince some water...

by **popesmokesdope** » Thu May 01, 2003 1:56 pm

There are few irritating aspects of LoTR: after being totally shortchanged on a war that had two and a half books worth of a buildup, it\'s followed by pages and pages of self congratulatory tripe in which Legolas walks around singing asinine songs and the pardon of Beregond, a totally minor, incidental, character takes what seemed like 2679 pages of tiny print. If I want to read tiresome court cases I\'d pick up Perry Mason. That part put me off so much I couldn\'t bring myself to read the Scouring of Shire. And the names had me in splits - \"Saru man\" sounds like the response a Gujju in the Caribbean would give to the question \"Kem Che Homie?\" Mithrandhir sounds like the bastard offspring of Mithooooon and Randhir Kapoor. The Riders of Rohan sound like a homosexual rodeo - ah but I digress. Very frankly there\'s more imaginative genius in some of the asides or \'sub-quests\' in the Mahabharata than there is in the entire LoTR. I suspect a lot of people might have stayed away from it because of the ludicrous TV series and because it isn\'t \'cool\' to read a \'religious\' book. I\'d strongly recommend it to all of you - you can either take or leave the \'religious\' connotations - but it\'s an unparalleled feat of imaginative writing. But whom am I kidding, if the LOTR was written say 5000 years ago it would have been a religious book like Ramayan and as far as I am concerned it still is to me.

by **Teetotaller** » Sun May 04, 2003 8:50 pm

Water, water everywhere, 
Nor any drop to drink. 

All in a hot and copper sky, 
The bloody sun at noon 
Right up above the mast did stand, 
No bigger than the moon. 

Day after day, day after day, 
We stuck, nor breath, nor motion. 
Idle as a painted ship, 
Upon a painted ocean 

Water, water everywhere, 
And all the boards did shrink. 
Water, water everywhere, 
Nor any drop to drink. 

- from The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

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