Saturday 12 July 2014

Songs


If I had to pick
And I do so hate to choose,
What defines us more –
Songs or Cars,
I’d have to say songs.
Though cars hold
A whole heap
Of memories too.
Remember when…?
Yeah, I thought as much.
Yesterday you said
My life was riddled with clichés
Or words to that effect.
I could hear the laughter in your voice
As always,
I had to agree.
So this is rather a clichéd poem and all.
But be grateful you are getting one
(I am rather broke, so this will have to do)
Songs are how I knew you first
No, not music
Though I know that is more accurate.
But you are always, forever going to be
A mosaic –a fucked up, taunting, irritating mosaic
Of all the songs you made me listen to.
Long ago
When I didn’t recognize the chick in the mirror
I see these days
Those songs painted a picture of her.
Yes,
Even that messed up Bon Jovi number.
And it is rather unfortunate
That a large part of my library
Is built by all the songs you threw at me.
It means I have shit taste in music
And need to be spoon fed good songs.
And yes, you are right once more.
So I would have liked to says cars –
Innumerable journeys in cars
Even going so very fast
On that highway
So I would cheer up
Even that
Can’t define us
As much songs do.
Because all those times
I sat and fiddled with music system
And played the most clichéd songs
(Like that sad, sad number by Muse,
God, was I a sad teenager)
As we drove through a city
That I learnt to love
(Well, a little bit)
It was the songs
That made the car journeys.
And it was you
That made all those songs.
Yesterday you were in a silly mood
And sent me the creepiest song lyrics
Ever.
Suckers, you big baby.
I am counting that creepy song
As part of your mosaic too.
What, you have a problem?
You told me I always get what I want.
(See that is a clever insertion of a song lyric,-
I wanted to clarify for your Engineering brain)
So it is with songs
That I always think of you.
Yes, including Soft Kitty.
And Sherlock themes
And that really depressing
Bollywood song.
You know the one.
It’s bloody lucky
There are so many
Songs out there,
Or else,
How would I remember you?