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05 January, 2005

Food of Love

Horrid seats, bad flight,
Bumpy ride in jeep.
You make me walk miles,
And want me to sing
For old times sake.

When people gather,
And mountains listen,
You get into a fight,
Shut up, shut up,
You chant. I do.

Miles of silence
Stretch between us.
The valleys watch,
You kick wildflowers
And gravel my way.

Small hotel, friendly staff.
Their singsong voices grating.
Too tired to eat.
Too tired to fight.
Too tired to sleep.

Bad food, cheap vodka,
Even worse music.
Headaches from sweet smoke,
Your holier than thou mood
Make me sing campy songs.

Hours stretch into days,
The tape plays tunelessly
Love songs of the mountain.
I’ll hold your hand, at least
We hate the same things.

Ride back home is relief,
They are singing in the train.
"My wife sings too," you say,
"She sings all the time!"
I join in, just to spite you.

Home at last, it’s quiet here.
Even the potted pansies
Look like they’re resting.
I smile sleepily, you’re singing
Plugged into the ipod.

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8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Don't know what should one pity more, your poem or your problems.

M.D.

05 January, 2005 19:09  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The poem is in very bad taste, please don`t write your personal experiences.Write something beautiful with some substance.

06 January, 2005 00:18  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Since when does personal experience not have substance?

From personal experience comes truth. If you don't want truth, what do you want?

06 January, 2005 10:49  
Blogger Anshula said...

'Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start'
(The Day is Done - HW Longfellow)

What indeed is substance ? Let some of us look within ... and let the rest abide by predefined steriotypical standards.

06 January, 2005 12:25  
Blogger Arundhati said...

Beautiful! Heart rendering.

06 January, 2005 12:52  
Blogger scribe said...

Did we go on the same trip with the same person??

07 January, 2005 14:15  
Blogger Monita said...

LOVE IS FOOD FOR THE SOUL
BUT OFTEN THAN NOT
THE SOUL STARVES FOR SCRAPS....
AMIDST A FEAST

16 February, 2008 10:39  
Blogger Monita said...

Loving you
When did I stop
Was it when you tucked yourself
away in another sheet
Or was it when you wore
yjay awful jacket
to annoy me
Definitely so
When you looked on
When he stood arms akimbo
In our house and asked me
Who are you?

16 February, 2008 10:45  

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