It's Not About You! (An experiment in song writing)

It's not about you-Jazz Version (Sung in the tune of 'Is that All there is?)

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It was a long time ago that he first saw her.

She was eight.

And it was late in the afternoon.The shadows were long and the breezes were warm.

He saw many grownups, but all from the waist down.

They were that big and he was that small.

But there she was, in front of him, eye to eye, and he just ran away.

She was in tears.

His dad said to her,'It's not about you my dear, he's just shy'.

It's not about you

It's not about you

But if you think it is true 

Then let's keep on fightin,

Let's throw hurtin' words all around,till truth be found, it's not you...

Then she left, never to come back again.And the ten year old boy forgot all about her.He soon got busy playing cops and robbers and catchin' tadpoles.And for the next few years, it was as if she did not exist at all for him,and he for her.

All those years growing up...It's not about you, my dear, he did it to himself.

It's not about you

It's not about you

But if you think it is true

Then let's keep  fightin,

Let's throw hurtin' words all around,till truth be found, it's not you...

Then fate met them when he was troubled by growth spurts,pimples and puberty.

At the height of immaturity,in a sea of strangers there she was again,an island of beauty, an oasis of sanity, and she tried to talk to him.

He went mute, sometimes he stuttered,looked at the floor and babbled.He shook his head hot in shame and locked himself up in the bathroom.

I remember his mom telling her, 'It's not you my dear,he's never seen a real girl before'.

It's not about you

It's not about you

But if you think if it is true

Then let's keep  fightin,

Let's throw hurtin' words all around,till truth be found, it's not you...

But she had other plans it seems.

Although she didn't have fate on her side, patience was her best friend.

She opened him up gently.

She made an omlette without breaking the egg.

All she got in return was a lovesick puppy,slobbering all over & barely housebroken.Men fall in and out of love quickly, but for him it took almost a lifetime.

It's not about you my dear,but no one had ever shown any interest in him before.

It's not about you

It's not about you

But if you think it is true

Then let's keep fightin,

Let's throw hurtin' words all around,till truth be found, it's not you...

BUt when you don't understand the nature of love, it sours quickly often.It turns into intolerable cruelty.

Mistakes were made.

Accusations flew.

False stories grew like weeds.

What followed was a muted thunderclap that no one understood.The deafening silence hurt them both.

It was clear that he was angry.But at whom? 

It's not about you my dear, he was angry at himself.

It's not about you

It's not about you

But if you think it is true

Then lets keep on fightin,

Let's throw hurtin' words all around,till truth be found, it's not you...

BUt soon he realised all the lies he'd been telling himself.Even his anger was fueled by pettiness and lofty expectations.

He tried to fall out of love.He tried to hate, but failed.

It took a lifetime to fall in love.How could one fall out of it in mere days?

The more important question was...Now what?

How can he forgive himself and forget?

It's not about you my dear,he has yet to learn about forgiving himself.

It's not about you

It's not about you

But if you think it is true 

Then lets keep fightin,

Let's throw hurtin' words all around,till truth be found, it's not you...it's me.

The Songwriter's Bible (Yours for $24.99 only) says that the more personal the pain, the more universal the story and that Art is an imitation of life and not the other way around.

It's Not About You! (Pop Version)

It's Not About You (Pop Version)

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Verse 1

E                     A

It's not about you,baby its true

E                     A

not about you , everything-all about you

D                                 E

but for all that you know, it might be all true

Chorus

F#m

But  my baby...(sugah baby)

D

My sweet baby (sugah baby)

E                        A

I still maintain that...(I still maintain that)

E         A           C   D    E

It's not about...you-ooo-hooo-hooo

And Sometimes I rue,for chewin' you up

for hurtin you bad,but I see tears they fall and

they be hurtin' me too, its true, (so true)

Verse 2

I don't mean to cruel and

I don't take you for a fool,

I'm just a tool tryin' to be cool,(such a fool,such a fool)

Chorus

But  my baby...

My sweet baby

I still maintain that...

It's not about...you-ooo-hooo-hooo

Verse 3

Baby don't you know its true

that whenever I'm so blue,(so blue)

that all I think is'bout you (its true)

Bridge

I keep lyin' bout me and you

but I ain't fool-ing anyone any-more

least of all me myself,coz 

every-one knows that you're the one for-me-ee-ee-ee

Chorus

But  my baby...

My sweet baby

I still maintain that...

It's not about...you-ooo-hoo-hoo

Outro

Yeah baby,my sweet baby,It's not about You-ooooooooo-hooo-hooooooo...(repeat and fade out)

(Will the real boy band please stand up, please stand up?

All right y'all, I've gotta brand new-spankin-cool-hip-wicked-suu-weeeet-rockin'-kickass-jazzy-totally screwed up-awesomely amazing-dopey-da real shit-genuine imitation leather-20% extra-offer valid till stocks last-da bomb-teeny-bopper-snap-crackle-pop song for you.

Sung with the right music synthesizer and a good voice modulator, you'll have underaged girls throwing their undergarments at you in no time.

Don't blame me if you're blinded by their dental retainers.

All I need is a decent music composer (in the music industry they are commonly referred to as music collaborators) and a hefty royalty check.On second thought, I'd rather have a percentage of the profits.I'm that sure that it will be a hit song.Maybe even Billboard Top 250!

And after that I'll retire to obscurity, forever known in the annals of history as a 'One hit wonder' 

Amen)

p.s. Why does 'Annals of History' sound so dirty ?

     Sounds like they were written on toilet paper.

Life in Slow Motion

Life in slow motion,

silent poetry of commotion,

of motive bursts of emotion

of cacophony, dizzying spells and potions

Something's gotta give way today,

the breaking point is near

and from nowhere these cracks appear,

and the seams seem to burst open because

we are not connected the way we used to be yesterday.

Life in slow motion,

How I wish it was abbreviated,

short sitcom pilot episodes,

laugh tracks,gags and advertisements

you graduate yesterday, tomorrow to be cremated

Life in slow motion,a dance till the end,

a mute procession 

of everything and everyone passing by

some laugh and some cry

some say their last goodbyes

Life in slow motion,the green blades of grass still sway

just as you say they do, in your dreams

in sunswept fields with babbling brooks and streams

that made you smile today

Life in slow motion,have you stopped and watched lately ?

My memories will haunt you

Those familiar footfalls that echo,
resound and reverberate,
quickening your pulse
are not mine, but they once were



My memories will haunt you...



Those endless susurrus of sweet nothings whispered,
as soft lips brush lightly
against your earlobes
are not mine, but they once were



My memories will haunt you
like a cold winter's breeze...
but I am your creation,
just a figment my dear!

a fragmented figment of your imagination



And those nimble fingers that trail
and trace your curves
and linger, so longingly linger
are not mine, but they once were



My memories will haunt you
like a cold winter's breeze
that touched you in places,
long forgotten out of existence



You reach out, arms outstretched
to touch, to hold,to surrender
But I fade away, rendered to wisps of past memories
and imaginings long forgotten



And My memories will haunt you
like a cold winter's breeze
that touched you in places, long forgotten out of existence
and surprise you with a shiver and a smile



And those caresses that tickle and make you blush,
those gentle tweaks that makes you flush
and shudder, Ah! Those wonderful guilty pleasures
memories that you still treasure
dissolve and crumble as you wake up...

and all you are left is with my memories

and my memories will haunt you
like a cold winter's breeze









p.s. I miss you too.

Law of Communication

Law of communication.

Communication is only possible between equals.



This is an over-simplification .

More precisely, this proposed "law" would read:



Adequate communication flows freely between equals.

Communication between non-equals is warped and

distorted by Domination and Submission rituals

perpetuating communication jam and a Game Without End.



Am I getting through you now ?

I Wish

These days I've begun wishing for the intangibles.

I wish for eternal happiness...
I wish for World Peace...
I wish for End of Hunger...
I wish...

Its not because of noble intentions.
Its because
I've long ago
exhausted my wishlist
of any and all  frivolous items...

They usually ranged
from cakes to copulation!

I wish for a Blackforrest cake ,
and no one to share it with.
I wish for a Blackforrest Cake ,
and a Girlfriend to share it with.
I wish for wild monkey sex with the current Penthouse Pet...
I wish...


There came a time when I had stooped so low that I'd settle  for anything...
like,
I wish for World peace...
if  not ,
I'll readily settle
for a scrumptous serving of
Blueberry Shortcake.
(Mmmmmmm....shortcake:))))))))


I wish I was more creative with my wishes...

Wishing Game:

The view out at sea is breathtaking.

No , really...

I wish I could do justice to it with mere words...
I wish you could se what I see daily...
I wish for a lot these days...
Its fun.
Try it sometime.

I'm lost
The sea is infinite.
I'm lost
The space is infinite.
The looming horizon delineates both infinities .
(Is it possible for more than one infinity to exist ,
and if so , can infinities co-exist ?)
The difference is in shades -
 lighter or darker.
but I'm lost
in infinity.

With the sun up ,
 the sky is light blue
and the sea is sparklingly turquoise
and on dark nights they are shades bluish grey .
The difference is only shades-
lighter and darker.
But I'm lost

(break to prose, veer off course )
                                       The true meaning of Krishna is 'Dark Blue' , the colour of deep space.Lord Krishna's swarthiness symbolized the infinity of the universe encompassed within himself.
Embrace the krishna within yourself.
Hare rama hare krsna-hare krsna hare rama rama rama krshna krshna...chant for eternal peace...chant atleast a 108 times...abstain from anything that you enjoy -smoking , sex, spirits et al.
Enough of pop-spirituality for today...

(Today's goal:Go and scare a hare rama freak(the bald caucasian man with a pony and saffron clothes)the  today: sneeze at one and scream 'OMG EBOLA !'  and watch their krsna consciousness kick in)

Infinity hides within shades of blue -
relatively lighter and darker,
just out of reach ...
and comprehension.

(break off and explain this madness)

The wishing game was something I do for fun.Every night , standing in the pitch black darkness , I look heavenward in search of the infinity within.

"To look within one must learn to look without" , said a bearded  guru clad in white ,  in his standard discourse filled with alliterative aphorisms(this isn't one of them ).It must have been difficult for his script writers to come up with so many alliterative aphorisms.

I said enough of pop-spirituality for today.GEEZ !

Infinity is everywhere.
But instead I see
 tiny pin prick dots scattered across the sky ,
throbbing weakly,
pulsing with life
declaring their existence
 to the rest of the universe.
(As if anyone cared !),
and then a few which streak the sky ,
in a fiery little zig ,
just short of a zag  ,
only to die
in a blaze of glory.

(break to prose, enter a flashback)

                    As a kid , I used to be enthralled by stars.The life cycle of a star fascinated me endlessly.The simple fact that accumulation of a few hydrogen atoms could make a star fiery and hot as hell  was astounding.
Though scared of the darkness, I'd stand out in the night  - looking up -lost within and without.
(scaredy cat , scaredy cat  -Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyahhhhh)

The stars were beautiful.

 They had a million stories to tell -
Orion the handsome hunter ,
resplendent with his belt and dagger
and his dogs -
Canis major and canis minor ,
Taurus the bully chasing Pleides,
the incomparable aries
Trident shaped Scorpio,
Leo resembling a donkey ,
Cassiopiea's chair ,
the winged pegasus,
Ursa Major and Minor .
They all had a million stories to tell.

(break to prose, become pensive)

My teachers had predicted a career as an astronaut  ,or  an engineer and more...but it was not meant to be.Fate ...


(break into song, broadway style)

had something else in mind !

It was out at sea , with no  light pollution , that I rediscovered my love for stars.Tra-la-la

It was out at sea , that I discovered shooting stars , that were not really stars as they zipped by.Tra-la-la

It was out at sea that the wishing game was born.    Ta-da !

I wish for a infinite more wishes...
I wish for all of Superman's powers
and none of his vulnerabilities...
(But wasn't it his vulnerabilities
that made him more of a  man ?)

I wish I was more creative with my wishes.

I wish for...

I wish that I never  run out of wishes...

(break to prose, look deeply into the eyes, and implore)

I'm truly running out of wishes...
but I want to keep playing .
Forever and ever...
upto the brink of eternity.

So give me your wishes,
whisper them in my ears
tenderly
and I'll wish for you (for your wish shall be mine)
with all my heart.(for your wish shall be mine)
I'll remember you (I promise)
everytime I see a shooting star.
I'll wish for you
(for your wish shall be mine)
I promise.
I promise.

These days I feel so happy , my eyes well up when I think about my happiness.
But one question pops out occasionally.
"Why are you so happy ?"
followed by another rhetoric one..."Does it really matter ?"
I know I'm doing Ok.

Gone Sailing !

Hello Dear Multiply Mates and other mortal creatures alike.

I've had a great time here.
I've learnt a lot here.
I've grown a lot here.
 
I was very careful when I chose my Multiply Mates.I was selfish.

I read two or three posts by Raknax...Whammo ! I was hooked...'Man , I gotta learn to write like that'
Wonder if he'll want to be my online buddy ?
(He did !)

Same story with Mr.Teh too...

Ms.J just barged in with her witty comments...And I was actually flattered by all her attention....And then I found that she was a really good writer.
'Oh Please, Oh please , Oh Please , Let her be my friend...if not ....at least my Online Buddy'
(She accepted the invitation !)

I thank you all for your support.

There are my silent supporters who would like to remain anonymous...I'd like to thank them too....Without you I wouldn't have grown so much.

And I'd like to thank all the others whose sites I regularly visit.(You Know who you are !) and all those who regularly go through the agony of reading what I write...

Well folks...Its goodbye for now...I'll be sailing for sometime now...My demanding work schedule means that I wont be able to post regularly...But it also means that I'll not be able to read your stuff...Now don't be mad that I didn't read your stuff....its just that I couldn't...

I'll miss you all .I'm still selfish enough to wish that you guys will miss me as much as I miss you.

Damn...That was really sappy...

To make it more manly , lets all look at a bikini babe on a bike...YEAH !




Adios amigos and chicas...But be warned...

I'll Be Back !

Real Life

No canned laughter,
No one-liners,
no gags, no punch-lines...
Wake Up !
No Wonder
This is Real Life,
Real Life is not a sitcom
















No Drama ,
No lengthy monologues,
Hardly any dialogues
No scandals,
Hardly any sex
Wake Up !
No Wonder
This is Real Life
Real Life is not a Soap Opera

All this Bloggery...

A cynic said "All this blogerry is like modern poetry : more people want to write it than read it "

So here's something that I wrote...no , let me rephrase it ...I don't write poetry , it sometimes overflows and spills out of my brain (I guess its an errant right hemisphere thing )

Mirror Mirror on the world

Does the mirror lie ?
Or is it a parlour trick
played by the minds eye ?

Tell me , Oh , tell me why ?
pretty me a sometime ago ,
why am I now ugly shy ?

The days are getting longer ,
stretching in the sand,
The time it seems to drip
and killing me softly
with this one way ego trip
where my mirrored world is
my own opposite

Does the mirror lie ?
Or is it the mind's eye ?
today I was satisfied
but tomorrow is high and dry
today's heart seemed pure and true
and tomorrow's just another lie

Why does the mirror lie ?
Maybe its another parlour trick
played by the bloody mind's eye !


For better or verse  ( Ha ha ! ) , and for no rhyme or reason I give to you my encore presentation !

If you were a song

If you were a song
what would you be?
a happy go lucky jingle
or a haunting melody ?

Would you sail across the stars
or pine for your lover
or go dancing in the rains
smiling at long lost memories ?

Would you tell me your story
in a guitar riff or a blues bar
your rockstar history
in a barre chord
or a twisted melody ?

If you were a song
what would you be?
stop and think...
and answer me , please
If you were a song ,
what would you be ?


p.s. The poem "Mirror mirror on the wall " was originally a haiku.

Well... it had that 5-7-5 format , but then I decided it had to tell more , so I destroyed my haiku and rewrote it )