We Lie

We drive fast, we

Run past, we

Fare last, we

Cry.

We can’t win, we

Don’t begin, we

Are fools, we

Lie.

That a hurdle is insurmountable is the biggest lie we tell ourselves. 

My Recent ‘Feels’ Playlist

When it comes to music, my song picks end with anything that has strong lyrics. A song that marries the sensation it evokes with the emotion it comes from sticks to my playlist for a long time. This may be because of that thing about music – it connects, makes you feel less lonely. So, today I decided to list down a few such songs; I call it my ‘feels playlist’ as it has the power to soothe my melancholy and elevate my joy.

Nostalgia: The songs that disinter the sweet moments.

• Old Pine by Ben Howard
• Middle of My Mind  by Tom Rosenthal
• Promise by Ben Howard

Journey: Companions for when the going gets tough.

• Step You Can’t Take Back by Kiera Knightley (Begin Again)
•  This Road is Long by Tom Rosenthal
• Sleep on the Floor by The Lumineers
•  All We Do by Oh Wonder

Perseverance: For me, these songs are like anthems that obviate the blues.

• Plans by Oh Wonder (An alt-pop duo, and one of my favourites.)
•  Keep Your Head Up by Ben Howard
• All of them Dreams by Tom Rosenthal

The Rationals: These songs can work wonders to kill the din and clutter of a bad day from your mind.

•  Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales
•  Fill in the Blank (From Teens of Denial by Car Seat Headrest, an indie rock band)

Happy listening!

Finding Words

surface

you look me up and down

smirk, snort, frown

wonder why my laugh’s so loud

i am awkward, i‘m fussy

i am confused, i‘m messy

i throw a fit, i slouch

but you just look, not watch

you see, you don’t peek inside

i‘m just a girl on a ride

in the jungle gym of life

 

*a vulnerable rant

 

Hues

There was a land blue and green

That soon turned gray, sanguine.

 There was a fort gold and silver

That now was dusted black, pewter.

 Not that purple had ever limned white

But this time it was a different fight.

 Years of oppression and persecution

Had ignited the flame of revolution.

 Those who dared to ask why

Said they’d walk with heads held high.

 The jar had a million hues

And it finally broke free, unloose.

15.8.1947

Midnight snacking

In a dusty corner of a small mezzanine is a scrap of paper scribbled with poetry. Sea Fever by John Masefield – is a friend that is around when it’s  hard to sleep. So here goes:

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by;

And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

                                And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife;

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,

And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.