Where’s the moon

 

Whenever I see the moon, especially the full moon I’m reminded of the poem Silver by Sir Walter de la Mare.  It was one of the early poems I remember reciting and loving. Mrs. Irene Kapoor( I. Kapoor miss to us), our English teacher had interpreted it so nicely.

I felt the poet in me stirring and  came up with this. I have decided I will post my poems however idiotic they might be. After all I have got only  this life to live, so I might as well live without any inhibitions. Better to be embarrassed and laughed at  than to live out my days as a coward. I might as well get on with it. Cheers !

 

The moon is full and bright,

I look at it wistfully

with dreams in my eyes.

 

I wish I could stare into the eyes of a loved one,

and see the moon light reflected in its shadowy depths.

 

The yellow moon with grey scars on its face,

vibrating and pulsating like a living thing,

reminding me of my heart pumping along for dear life.

 

Overflowing with feelings,

with joys and sorrows,

radiating and shining forth,

showing others silvery light,

itself burning bright.

 

Ah the moon’s bright tonight,

so bright it hurts my eyes.

Tears spring forth free and fast,

it’s so heartbreakingly beautiful,

 that I cry.

Of Gates of Heaven and Angels

The song “Streets of Philadelphia” by Bruce Springsteen won the Academy Award for Best Original Song (for Philadelphia of course), and four Grammys. But that’s not why its one my favourites. For me the song is inextricably linked with Philadelphia (the movie) and the compelling story it told. At the time I had thought that the song had no independent existence without the movie because I felt that the strong feelings it conjured up in me had everything to do with the movie and not the song itself (I was young and naive). But with time I understood the bigger picture (or at least I think I have) and the song is powerful as a standalone piece – the lyrics poetry and the theme universal.

There’s something healing about the song, something hopeful and at the same time there is an element of pathos in it, bleakness descends upon you, leaving you vulnerable and raw, yet in the end you emerge somehow stronger. These are the kind of sentences you get from my feeble pen (and might I add limited vocabulary) when I try to explain the profound and far reaching impact music has on me (and everyone else).