Beauty, Me, Music, Poetry

Firework….

I think I am just in the mood for words these days. I rediscovered Kipling sometime ago. And then I found Katy Perry. Yes Katy Perry. A few days back, I was watching Madagascar 3 and I heard this amazing song – Fireworks. I have recently discovered Katy Perry and have been listening to her all day long, day in and out. And fireworks is on repeat mode. It is refreshingly relevant,beautifully motivating and very inclusive. Where IF talks about getting up and going on like a strict father, Fireworks talks about the same stuff like a fairy godmother. It makes me feel all happy and renews my faith in myself. It is such a rush. Yes I am super late in discovering this. But I simply feel compelled to share. Even if I am late.
Suggestions of other works like this invited.
Original Video below. Madagascar 3 video below that. Lyrics below all that. Do not miss the Madagascar 3 video. It is a gorgeous visual treat, set to the amazing score of Fireworks.   
Lyrics:

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag
Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?
Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin
Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under?
Scream but no one seems to hear a thing
Do you know that there’s still a chance for you
‘Cause there’s a spark in you?

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

‘Cause, baby, you’re a firework
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colours burst
Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh”
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe, awe, awe

You don’t have to feel like a wasted space
You’re original, cannot be replaced
If you only knew what the future holds
After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe you reason why all the doors are closed
So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road
Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow
And when it’s time you’ll know

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine
Just own the night like the 4th of July

‘Cause, baby, you’re a firework
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colours burst
Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh”
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe, awe, awe

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
It’s always been inside of you, you, you
And now it’s time to let it through-ough-ough

‘Cause, baby, you’re a firework
Come on, show ’em what you’re worth
Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh”
As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you’re a firework
Come on, let your colours burst
Make ’em go “Oh, oh, oh”
You’re gonna leave ’em all in awe, awe, awe

Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon
Boom, boom, boom
Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

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Diary, Me, Poetry

Inspiration for 2014

I have been looking at an old and worn out poetry book that my grandfather gave me as a gift and found some really lovely poems to read, all from the  romantic  period. Literature buffs will understand “romantic” in the right sense. For the others, I am not going to explain. I chanced upon Daffodils and I was drawn back to 3 of my all time favorites –  From a railway carriage, Daffodils and IF. Although I love a lot more works, these three are my top three. I memorized them as a child, understood them as I grew and love them now. Their simplicity, their practicality and the childlike joy I get when I read them is simply beyond words. The book was only on romantic poetry, no IF or From a Railway Carriage. So, I mentally recited them while sipping on my coffee and felt myself transported to the days when I wore pigtails.

As I stand at the brink of a whole new year, IF takes a special place. Its timeless and universal relevance now gains focus as I look at the things I want to accomplish in 2014 and count back on the things left undone in the past year. Sometimes I think it needs a lot of strength to apply this thoughts in this poem to real life and that I will fail miserably. But this is poem is all about getting up and walking on. Its all about seeing how  many punches you can take and still keep standing, Rocky Balboa style. Not that I have been punched a lot. But just that I need inspiration.

Here is IF for all of you.
 
Image from:  http://alkimie.com/?p=267

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!


– Kipling

The Image is from John Young’s website, apparently it is the cover of this postcard sized 1910 edition of IF. So vintage. So Beautiful.

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Poetry

The Rains

Water droplets dripping slow

the cloudy bleary sky
Just a drop of golden sun
Glowing by the side.
The silver drops of gentle rain
And the chill breeze flowing by
And  I sit and think of you
And smile a smile inside.
I see bright umbrellas
Bobbing  up and down the roads.
And  a  little paper fire
Warming some weary souls
Now the cruel rain
Relentlessly pours
I still sit and think of you
And I smile some more.

A piping cup of coffee
Is sitting right by my knee
And there is a football game
Running on TV
The pouring rain has gentled down
To a drizzle , thankfully
And I smile at the craziness
That has become me.
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Me, Poetry

I bleed away…

The skies were grey and dreary

and rain watered my way…

I walked a walk immersed in thoughts

of words I should not say….

My thoughtless mind missed the tide

I said them anyway ..

And now i hurt , i hurt so bad

So bad i bleed away.


The moments lasted just while

I was in disarray

The clouds were all in my eyes

It was a rainy day

I failed to keep my confusions

And distractions at bay

And now i hurt, I hurt so bad

So bad i bleed away

Roses were on my path

despite the gloomy day.

Love and laughter lit my eyes

though you were far away

i failed to trust and blew it up

much to my dismay

And now i hurt, I hurt so bad

So bad i bleed away.

I broke the glass and hold the shards

and still hope to save my day

i beg to clear the thorny bits

that i put on our way

I want you to be the sun

That brightens up my day

Without you, i hurt so bad

So bad i bleed away.

It is you that i hold dear

And i love you all the way

Forgive me my senselessness

and insanity, i pray

Hold me in your arms and

wipe this pain away

Without you , i hurt so bad

So bad i bleed away.

 

 
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From Daffodils!!!

When upon my couch I lie,

In vacant or in pensive mood,

YOU flash upon my inward eye,

It is no bliss , this solitude.

And then my heart with distress fills,

…..

I must apologise to Wordsworth for such cheap plagiarism…. But the final words of Daffodils seemed so apt …. Heartache does get quite intense . if you know what I mean…

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You!!

In excel sheets, mainframe screens , reports , data, graphs , technical documents, files & statii…

In crowded streets, in packed halls , in filled up offices, among confused voices, in loud conversations, in concentrated silences …

In cinema halls, on the screens, in the malls, in the stalls, when i buy my bags , or trinkets, or shoes ..

In the restaurants, on my spoons, or my glass, in my drink, when i eat, when i dont …

When in my office desk, or the canteen, or the parlour, or the library, or the terrace, or in the kitchen, searching for some nic-nacs…


In everything i do,

In everything i see,

In everything i hear,

My heart wants what it wants ,

And it wants,

……

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…..

Its is one consumptive sin ..

All pervasive and long enduring ..

I am its slave ..

For years unmeasured…

I have given up more than  could afford ..

And yet not seen light…

When I see the possibility ..

A glimmer of resolve,

My feet solidify..

My body refuses to budge …

Like a wax statue ..

That is erect and strong in the cold ,

And melting in the heat of the moment…

Yet not responsive to anything else..

Eyes constantly searching..

The mind flitting across a thousand things

Like a butterfly..

And the body remains ..

 I see it takes more than resolve…

It takes superhuman strength…

Its takes a great sense of time…

Of responsibility …

And I have none…

it wasn’t unduely credited

Among the seven deadly Sins..

SLOTH.
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