“Hold me close, hold me tight
Don’t hesitate, you will be all right”
The mumbling got closer and loud
I looked out for the voice in the crowd
“Let me go, set me free
You will be good without me”
Two different verses in a brief span of time
"Teachers leave the kids alone!"
My mind mumbled when entering the class
"I want to break free" was the chant
All through my growing up years
With a twinkle in his eyes, he whispered
"Everything I do, I do it for you"
Only to be beleaguered by my question
"Have you really ever loved a woman?"
While choosing to remain a "Bachelor Boy"
"Sometimes I feel like my only friend is the city I live in"
Death being just "Two steps behind"
I live my life with "I don't want to miss a thing" zest
PS: Challenge was to write a poem about your life taking lines from your favorite music album/artist
Defeaning silence caught her ears
As she took over the duty
As birds happily called it a day
She wondered "How are they under sunray?"
Her companions had given it a miss
For she shared sparkling banters with them
Clouds, that always shrouded her light
Didn't turn up for the night!
"I feel so lonely out here!" she lamented
Shredding few drops of tears, at a farther distance, she saw
As an inmate was capturing her beauty, she blushed like a bride
"Thank God! It's a clear night!!" she said with a sense of pride
It was the last week in college. All were signing autographs
and filling in the slam book. The college magazine will be handed over in two
days’ time. There was a section in there where we had to fill some trivial
questions about ourselves like your favorite film, favorite quote, favorite
song, so on and so forth. I was the last one to submit the questionnaire for I
had difficulty in figuring out my favorite song. I started thinking how the
entire process went.
“Will anyone really
care about others’ likes and dislikes? It was easy to fill in details about the
film, quote etc but what about the song?” I wondered.
I shrouded off “It’s me being typical.”
I made a quick glance through my music collection, all the
downloaded and copied songs. It had taken lots of efforts to have that kind of
collection. Thankfully I had it i.e patience.
“I like all of them, that is why I listen to them. Now which
one to pick?” I contemplated.
“Everything I do, I do it for you by Bryan Adams. Should I
pick that one? Nooo … People will judge me as a hopelessly romantic person when
I have always been portrayed as this studious kind.
There was one person besides me in the class who liked that song. If he
suggests the same, everything will be out there in the open.” I wondered.
The following night, I saw Armageddon. More than the film, I
loved the soundtrack “I Don't Want to Miss a Thing.” I had it in the music
collection but never knew it was from this film.
I realized that the entire western collection was from a
friend. To be precise, he was my senior in school. We had never exchanged
pleasantries in school. Our friendship
started because we were doing courses from the same university, he was doing
his masters and I was doing bachelors, both in computers. We had the same books
and similar topics. We were introduced by a mutual friend, who was my senior
and his junior.
Apart from exchanging books, we started exchanging movies,
songs etc. He introduced me to the world of western music. Earlier, my western
music was limited to one and only, the King of Pop, Michael Jackson. Apart from being a good singer, he was a
prolific musician. Few times, he did perform “Hotel California”, “Lady in Red” for
me within the closed doors of his home. I had heard him take the name of Steven
After watching Armageddon, I decided to hear the songs from
Aerosmith from my collection, this time very attentively. I was immediately addicted to the song “Pink”.
“Pink is not only my favorite crayon, it’s favorite song
too!” I thought as I happily filled in the questionnaire.
By the end of the week, we received the college magazine.
He asked “Pink? Is there any song by that name?”
“Of course. You will
get it today. Wait for my email.” I chuckled.
We left college. He moved on, I moved on. We were never
meant to be together.
I was dating a guy who was not from my region, who didn’t understand
my language or my culture. All we knew was that we could tolerate each other
and there was a comfort level.
We were invited by a friend for a Karaoke night. I was super
excited when my turn came. Without any second thoughts, I declared “Pink is my
favorite crayon and my favorite song.”
Clamors were replaced by deafening silence. I flustered. I was never used to this kind of appalling
attention. I looked at him, his face had turned red.
“What is happening? Is he, all right? Why does he look mortified?”
That didn’t deter me. I sang my heart out.
We left the place in a hurry. All through the trip back
home, he was all grumpy.
After few heated exchanges, he said “Do you know the lyrics
of the song? Do you understand its meaning?”
“Of course, I do. It’s about color Pink. So well written!” I
“Are you sure? If you had known, you would have never
declared it as your favorite song! Go and do some research. One more thing,
please don’t embarrass me next time with your acts.” he said angrily.
That night, we never exchanged our custom good nights and
sweet nothings. My ego was hurt, so was his.
I started doing my research. As I discovered the hidden meaning
of the song, I was really amazed by the clever craft of words. My respect for
Steven Taylor increased in multifold.
“There is nothing condescending in the lyrics. You need to
grow up!” I texted him.
“Ok.” He replied. That was the last time I heard from him.