…..For those with twisted love stories .
A hundred explosions in the head
A hundred voices to ignore
Some screaming ,”Sink to the bottom”
Others persuading to swim to the shore .
The waves hitting harder
“Come crumble ” , whispers the sand
The salt making each wound come alive
I am still breathing , I can still stand .
Today , after years , I remembered a famous Bollywood dialogue ‘ dosti mein no sorry, no thank you’.I didn’t quite get it right , but it brought back some fond memories of the VCR days .
The first Hindi movie I ever watched was ‘Maine Pyar kiya ‘ . I remember how upset my mum was with my grandma who had taken me along to a neighbour ‘s house where a video cassette had been hired .I must have been 6 years old at the time and my mum didn’t think it was an appropriate movie for me to watch then.
I liked most of the songs from the movie , but the title track was the easiest to sing . After all , it was inspired/ copied from a song that my uncles would play on loop at home ‘ I just called to say ….’
The song was a hit ,but I wonder if Stevie would approve …..
Unchained melodies held captive
in chambers painted blue
within weeping walls that bear your name
wondering how to unlove you
From gazing into each other’s souls
To looking right through
Something changed inside of me
Something changed in you
As affection became apathy
And fire turned to frost
You and I won some battles
But in the end , we both lost .
She sees so much of herself in them,
those trees with gnarled branches
as her own twisted fingers tap on the table
remembering a tune she once knew lyrics to
Her skin , like their barks , is rough
with lines that tell stories of yesteryears
Birds that once flitted about in the branches
have built new homes , like her children
She sees so much of herself in them ,
forgotten , alive and hopeful.
Walls that once eavesdropped
on heart to heart conversations
are now deafened
by the sound of silence
Pillows that had blushed
when they kissed and cuddled
now bear stains
left by salty puddles
The bed that was once warm
when bosom met bosom
is now a grave ,
cold from the vibes as back faces back ,
holding the remains of what once was.
She watches me everyday
I wonder what she has to say
when I put on heels to look tall
and wear a garb of confidence though there’s none at all
When I build kohl dams so the streams won’t flow
What does she think ? I still don’t know
When my hair neatly sits in a bun
When all it wants is to dance undone
She watches me as I get dressed
on days when all I need is rest
Does she wonder when the masque will end ?
will she be an honest friend ?
oh mirror , mirror , on the wall
can you show me the real me after all ?
She’s coy , warm , tranquil and her songs are serene on balmy days . She even brings him little offerings of love from the depths of her being . Sometimes she’s fierce , her embraces are passionate and her songs fall in trebles . She steals kisses and he lets her do what she wants . He accepts her tokens of love , watches her go and waits until she decides to return and love him some more .
Theirs is an old love story , the sea and the shore .