Saturday, April 3, 2010

The day the Music died

Walking along the corridors
absorbing the different music
being played in rooms
From rock and roll
to alternative rock
From reggae to rap
From pop to Hip hop.
Whatever you want
you have it all.

Music being shared
Music being ripped
Music being alive
Music being lived
Music being a force
making us come together.

Swooning on Kiss me
Grooving on Summer of '69
Singing along Who the fuck is Alice
Dancing on It's my life
Rocking on November Rain
Ecstasy on Comfortably Numb.

Those were the times
How young and restless were we
The nights were spent
with a drink in hand
analyzing The Wall
and interpreting American Pie.

I remember the day
the music died
was when I walked out of hostel life.
The times were changing.
jobs to do and money to earn.
All I hear now is radio in the car
with nothing new to blast my mind.

I miss those days
when a new song could
be the highlight of my day.
I guess nothing lasts forever
but I question
why not?

This poem has been an inspiration from Summer of '69 which has been a classical rock song of all times. It might be one of the most played number of dance parties and can imagine all of us at some time in our lives would have surely rocked on that song. It happens to be one of the nostalgic song for me to remind me of the dance parties attended and enjoyable carefree musical times. - Roohi


  1. nice nice... i was seriously transported to A lobby corridors...:)A 38 was urs right??

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    So, a good woman in another corner of the world started National Poetry Writing Month - - and we think that everybody at Caferati could do with a bit of prodding and stretching of the literary muscles. Which is why we are joining this little adventure as a writers' group. But whether or not poetry actually gets celebrated around here depends on you.

    All you have to do is to promise to write one poem everyday for the month of April. You can dig up your notebook and mess around with the phrases, couplets and other bit-parts that you once thought were going to be a poem - revisit, make connections, and basically just get going until you have 30 poems to show for having survived the cruellest month.

    For those who think they might not meet self-imposed deadlines, here's a pattern for you to follow:

    Days 1-7.
    Stick with Form. Make yourself write one poem in form for the first eight days. This will ensure a certain discipline not just of daily writing but also of writing within a disciplined format.

    Haiku - 17 syllables.
    Sonnet: 14 lines.
    Ballad 1: In couplets of rhyming verse. Or abab, or abba, if you prefer. Narrative.
    Cinquian: 22 syllables. Samples here:
    Clerihew: 4 line whimsy, autobiographical. We've done this before.
    Limerick: 5 lines. Rhymes - aabba.
    Sestina: It is bloody hard. But do it. Details here:

    Day 8-18
    Eleven exercises we are bumming from here:

    Day 19
    Do an acrostic

    Day 20
    Do an Ode. To anything.

    Day 21
    Do a poem within 100 words.

    Day 22
    Do an SMS poem. 160 characters.

    Day 23
    Do a poem that pays tribute to another poet, or takes off from a poem by someone else.

    Day 24
    Do a circular poem. It has to end with the same line it started with, but in less than 12 lines.

    Day 25
    Write a death poem. Something about death.

    Day 26
    Write a fairy tale poem. Pick a character from a fairy tale and do a poem about what happens to them, or how they feel.

    Day 27
    Do a poem based on something you've read in the newspaper that morning.

    Day 28
    Do a poem about any object that is always within hand's reach for you.

    Day 29
    Do a list poem.

    Day 30.
    Yes! Last day. Do a poem about poetry. About what draws you to it, why and when you write it etc. And no cheating. The rest of the days, you are not to write poems about poetry.


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  3. Nidhi..It was A-25..and I remember all the crazy dance parties.