HARK 28
"If music be the food of love , play on.
Ah, I cannot see the girl, has she gone?
Yes, any music will do, metal, classical or fusion.
Oh, I am confounded by this confusion."
Around his chair another wiggie an arm draped .
And yelled,"will no one tell me whether she has escaped ?"
Absolutely flustered he got up with an elaborate shrug
But not before he had picked up a rum filled mug.
Standing in the shadows the drummer and the poet wondered.
At this weird land into which they had blundered.
Were they members of some malicious khap pancahyat
Out to wreck vengeance by their powers uncut?
With eloquent gestures , the wiggies planned a musical gig.
With his slush smeared shoes, the youngster chased the wig.
A blue tailed bird merrily hopped around on a bushel of hay.
A man sat under a tree, looking familiar-Was he Bob Marley?
News of his appearance spread like fire through stubble.
But unperturbed,a man puffed away on a hubble bubble.
The youngster ran towards the tree where sat Bob Marley.
With a gesture of his hand wanted to know what was underway.
"Can you not even catch a wig, you delinquent juvenile
Of running after a wig, this is too slouchy a style."
The wig less man shouted absolutely frazzled.
With the power of liquor, the drummer's eyes dazzled.
The wig less man ran in hot pursuit of his runaway foe.
Fists thumping, heads raised, the women screeched "woe , woe."
The runaway wig , as though bewitched, fell to the ground.
With a cry of joy, he pounced on the treasure lost and found.
Behind a tree the girl a strand of her hair fingered
Her heart beat faster and a shy smile on her face lingered.
The strand of hair glimmered like a shaft of moonbeam.
Things for her now appeared like a roseate dream.
A young man breast plated, shyly towards the girl walked.
With jubilation absolute her body rocked .
"The efforts of the heart are beyond my expertise."
Smilingly he conceded , bending down on his knees.
"I loved you hundred years back, and still do."
Her body vibrated with a cold chill of deja vu.
Then towards the graves they walked hand in hand.
To the beats of the music of a hidden band.
It takes a revolution to make a solution
Too much confusion , so much frustration.
Was it really Bob Marley singing from under the tree?
Or was it merely the yearning of a lost spirit to be free?
Ah, I cannot see the girl, has she gone?
Yes, any music will do, metal, classical or fusion.
Oh, I am confounded by this confusion."
Around his chair another wiggie an arm draped .
And yelled,"will no one tell me whether she has escaped ?"
Absolutely flustered he got up with an elaborate shrug
But not before he had picked up a rum filled mug.
Standing in the shadows the drummer and the poet wondered.
At this weird land into which they had blundered.
Were they members of some malicious khap pancahyat
Out to wreck vengeance by their powers uncut?
With eloquent gestures , the wiggies planned a musical gig.
With his slush smeared shoes, the youngster chased the wig.
A blue tailed bird merrily hopped around on a bushel of hay.
A man sat under a tree, looking familiar-Was he Bob Marley?
News of his appearance spread like fire through stubble.
But unperturbed,a man puffed away on a hubble bubble.
The youngster ran towards the tree where sat Bob Marley.
With a gesture of his hand wanted to know what was underway.
"Can you not even catch a wig, you delinquent juvenile
Of running after a wig, this is too slouchy a style."
The wig less man shouted absolutely frazzled.
With the power of liquor, the drummer's eyes dazzled.
The wig less man ran in hot pursuit of his runaway foe.
Fists thumping, heads raised, the women screeched "woe , woe."
The runaway wig , as though bewitched, fell to the ground.
With a cry of joy, he pounced on the treasure lost and found.
Behind a tree the girl a strand of her hair fingered
Her heart beat faster and a shy smile on her face lingered.
The strand of hair glimmered like a shaft of moonbeam.
Things for her now appeared like a roseate dream.
A young man breast plated, shyly towards the girl walked.
With jubilation absolute her body rocked .
"The efforts of the heart are beyond my expertise."
Smilingly he conceded , bending down on his knees.
"I loved you hundred years back, and still do."
Her body vibrated with a cold chill of deja vu.
Then towards the graves they walked hand in hand.
To the beats of the music of a hidden band.
It takes a revolution to make a solution
Too much confusion , so much frustration.
Was it really Bob Marley singing from under the tree?
Or was it merely the yearning of a lost spirit to be free?
Love the weaving of music into the lines!
ReplyDeleteAll the strands pulling together, with the new ones added to the little mix. Great again, Santosh, thanks!
ReplyDeleteNice new section... My favorite lines are at the end:
ReplyDeleteWas it really Bob Marley singing from under the tree?
Or was it merely the yearning of a lost spirit to be free?
I love the deeper meaning it represents and how it pulls it all together here... and I love the confusing, ever-changing nature of this world... and how it all weaves through the action and how the disjointed characters interact with each other even though they sometimes seem to be speaking different languages... they still connect in some way through the plot of the storyline.. I look forward to more!