Readers it is a beautiful morning indeed. So, I thought I would post this song I wrote some days back. Hoping it would rain. It rained today! Allow me to introduce you to Peter Patter.
As much as I remember
the sun came out to greet the day
He woke like an old monk
the feeling was going to stay
He had a lot to say..
He folded his denim legs
started climbing up the stairs,
like always..
Standing by the skyline
and that is where he prays,
on sunny days..
His guitar lost two strings
last time he went upstairs
He raised a glass half empty
spoke his morning prayers
A smile he wears..
He played the words like no one
Sang the notes again
He knew he had to hold the glass
until he drinks the rain
Birds came chasing his voice
An audience he wouldn't mind
Trees became sure louder
The wind was all so kind
The sun was going blind..
He could hear a neighbour scream
"Peter, that's enough!!"
He played and played
for a wishful trade
on a burning turf..
He could see clouds with closed eyes
all he wanted to feel
He ran towards crescendo
a deal he had to seal..
He played the words like no one
Sang the notes again
He knew he had to hold the glass
until he drinks the rain
Oh Peter! Open your eyes
Put your glass down, take a bow
Pat your back and rise
Let every inch of you
breathe this earth, this air
Take a sip of your holy prize
Beautiful surprise..
You played the words like no one
You sang the notes again
You are the sun, the moon, the stars
You are the sky, the rain..
You are the sky, the rain..
15 comments:
bianca: bloody visual!!!!!!
Chatty: u liked it?
bianca: i'm aching for the rain and this makes me feel so good
Chatty: aha
bianca: :D
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There is so much rythm n music in this poem...its almost magical....really liked it!!!N thanks to Tananya for introducing me to this blog...Its awesome!
This is beautiful...
i liked the way one could pciture the whole poem as you read through it..!!
and being an ardent fan of old monk...don;t think i could have read a better expalnation to the morning..
:-)
and since its windy with the clouds rumbling like an empty stomach..the poem just set the mood in..
cheers
its an awesome poem dots. Keep the gud work going its really gr8 must say...
oye, this is damn fucking good! bada ho gaya hai yaar tu to :)
Stop posting copyright gettyimages!
accha likha hai, miyan...me will be experiencing the rains on the island, this time.
This leaves the reader with a very warm feeling..
I REALLY wish this would go with some fun filled, intricate guiitar notes. Would be awesome. Just the way it is, but would add to it big time :)
dude...i can almost see peter. AND i can see two guys composing these words. ;) very neatly written. Like Clive, the best music producer alive today, said 'If you want to write a song, write it better than the biggest hits today. Or don't'. I think i can see something like that here...
SO when do we pay tribute to old mr. monk?
A little droplet on the tip of a leaf
A little droplet on the kitchen sink
Little droplets maketh the ocean
One little droplet not enough to drink
A little droplet in the corner of my eye
One little droplet and a short sigh
A little droplet in the corner of my eye
Not of sadness, but of joy!
I am optimistic
In my mind i think...
Little droplets maketh the ocean
Even if one is not enough to drink.
words of fire ,full of desire
filled with romance,couldn't miss a chance......left with a dreamy feeling , can almost smell the air ,hear the strings,feel the rain ...........just picked up the glass ...cheers to old monk
There r some musicians who always have this wistfulness and a gypsy-like ease in their music..Lucky Ali.. Old Blue eyes.. Adnan Saami occasionally...When they sing , it feels like they are sharing an intimate relatioship and I think of loners and smoke rising in the sky and the smell of wet earth after rains.. got the same feelings from this one..
Lovely!
Thank you.
Thanks Peter.
La la la...
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