Devang Desai

  
                                          ’Go Away’

 The darkest cloud just passed me by, I couldn’t have believed,
 but you just made me see the sun, and told me to believe.

 I’ve never even kissed a girl, but always had a dream,
 but you just make my lips go dry, and tell me it was not a dream.

 I thought someone and drew a sketch, the picture maybe you,
 you just came and tear the sketch, but it was meant for you.

 Sometime has passed, and we’ve reached till here,
 but you turn around, and ask me where from here,
 and you get up, and try to walk away,
 no questions asked, you want to go away.

 Tell me why you have to go, and walk away,
 I am not made of all the stones, or do you see it that way,
 somethings were never part of me, but we both walked that way,
 now you say you may have to leave, but please don’t go away.

(chorus) Don’t go away, stay here right besides me,
  Don’t walk away, i’ll be there when you need me,
  Don’t go away, tell me what are your regrets with me,
  Don’t walk away, the clouds are always haunting,
  Don’t go away, now it has started raining.

 Many girls had passed me by, and i didn’t even care,
 you showed my all the light, and asked me just to dare,
 I was trying to build a house, and trying to hold your hand,
 but I didn’t realize, that you’d leave your hand.

 And I stand here again, why did you shut the door,
 I’m left with pain inside, you say you opened the love door,
 It just beginned to rain, you left me numb inside,
 we shared love for sometime, but my heart is broken inside.

 I’ve made my all confessions, but you ripped me all apart,
 I can’t see through that door now, but I feel you are crying apart.
 

(chorus) Don’t go away, stay here right besides me,
  Don’t walk away, i’ll be there when you need me,
  Don’t go away, tell me what are your regrets with me,
  Don’t walk away, the clouds are always haunting,
  Don’t go away, now it has started raining.

(Song-Rough)    

                        “Love”

   Look at me in my eyes, you’ll see it there…
   Take a peek into my mind, you’ll find it there…
   you have seen a lot of times, but you’ll see again…

(stress on she)  She’s reaching out, for the big ballons….
   She’s toying with, a cutie dog…
   She’s playing sand, to make a house…
   she’s dreamin’ ’bout, maybe a friend…
   she’s seeing sky, and a plane goes by…
   she’s thinking now, maybe i should fly…
  (drums…hard drums beats)…
   what’s there in heaven, what’s there in hell…
   what’s there so right, what’s there so wrong…
   what’s there in in, what’s there in out…
   have you seen a child…, yeah sure you have…

(Chorus)  Love…….my sweetest Love…
   Love..is all I had to see(^) in you…
   Love…….my sweetest girl…
   Love.. is all I had to see(^) in you…
   Love…….my sweetest babe…
   Love.. is all I had to see(^) in you…
  
(Stress)   My suzzie girl, but you’re not here…
  My darling daugther, where have you gone…
  You taught me love, you taught it all…
  I’ve lived my life, in different ways…
  I think i’ve seen it all.., so many times…
  I guess i’m afraid, i didn’t see you much…

  Upside and inside.., leftside and rightside…
  of all the sides my heart thinks of…
  there’s ecstacy that my heart knows…

(Chorus)  Love…….my sweetest Love…
   Love..is all I had to see(^) in you…
   Love…….my sweetest girl…
   Love.. is all I had to see(^) in you…
   Love…….my sweetest babe…
   Love.. is all I had to see(^) in you…

 I roam around…, around the world…
 I see the people…, of different kinds…
 I sing to them…, about you Love…
 I just sing to them…,about you Love…

(Chorus)  Love…….my sweetest Love…
   Love..is all I had to see(^) in you…
   Oh….Love….Love…my sweetest bird…
   I blinked my eye and you flew away…
(slow)   I blinked my eye and you flew away…
   Oh yeah…I blinked my eye and you flew away…

I would often like to have a theme for a poem or a song before it actually begins. We picture somethings in our mind. A kind of a wierd imagination but sure it does have some meaning. So before further delay I write “Love” (a song - though i don’t have the tunes but I depend on my mind to remember them when I actually make it).

A Song(Rough) - Theme for the song.

    ’Love’

Imagine a bunch of people in a concert. Well, not exactly a concert but a small group of people listening to a guy playing guitar. The person is talking about ‘Love’. Everyone start their own imagination. Someone’s thinking nature, someone thinking a professor-student relationship, someone thinking physical love be it a girl or a boy, someone thinking love is not for me or not made for me. The musician is thinking about a cute little small girl. She is her Mamma’s favorite. He is thinking about the lines “look Mamma there’s no cloud up in the sky”(Pink Flyod’s imagination). He wants to say to all the people listening that he sees ‘Love’ in a small girl, and in the ways she acts, the way she talks, the way she moves, and the way a child can teach normal people about ‘Love’ really is. Its like the way a child teaches people how to smile. And the same people cry when that child dies due to something. Its a strange world we live in. We learn a lot of things from past, but can’t sit tight and think about it all the times.

“Little Child”

Look at the stars up in the sky…
someone is always watching you…

you are a child..but i’ll try…
I’ll try to give what you lost…

I’ll toss you up in the sky…
And catch you back always…
I’d like to play with you.. all the while…
And give you all.. that I have…

(Chorus) Ohhhh…sweeeet…little child…
you are mine.. as you were her’s…
Oh…sweeeeeeeeet…little child…
hold me up.. as you did to her…

Come grab my hand…i’ll teach something…
i’ll try to teach…how to walk…

(Chorus) Ohhhh…sweeeet…little child…
look at me.. when you need something…
oh…sweeeeeeeet…little child…
i’ll hold you tight.. as she did to you…

some people leave.. just memories…
but she left.. you for me…
some people die.. and go away…
some always want.. to stay with you…

(Chorus) ohhhh…sweeeet…little child…
look at me..when you need something…
oh…sweeeeeeeeet…little child…
you can cry.. for me out loud…
oh…sweeeeeeeeet…little child…
i’ll make you smile…always…

Dedicated to a friend’s child.

“A Letter”

One Day we sat down and wrote a letter…
A letter to Lord in a cry for better…

Yesterday came and went away…
Today is your’s you live your own way…
Tomorrow will come with some new ways…

Of all the battles we fought on battleground…
there were world wars twice that we’ve found…

its a philosophers dream to live life balanced…
but doesn’t even know from where to get that balance…

If for a lover to love and let live…
If for a killer to kill and let die…
Then why for a soldier to suffer the pain and survive…

it was me and the souls who wrote this letter…
so the life be and spread love from this letter…

Theme for the Poem

There was a man in his late twenties living in a metropolitan city.An ordinary and a healthy man it would seem at first sight, but was handicapped due to some reason in his past.He used to normally go to a bar every evening and have a drink or two. Of late he used to have some illusions or rather strange dreams. He did not take these things seriously but then it got more and more into his life…as in even while getting into a train he used to see a village around him and it used to get regular with him. So he decided to see a psychiatrist who advised him that those were just illusions and he need not worry about them.

[His Dream/Illusion]
In his dreams he used to see a village with some villagers having a meet.Small children playing outside their homes and their mothers watching them play..And somewhere in the middle of the village he saw a tree with many rotten leaves beneath the tree…and a few still on the tree as if waiting for a breeze to let them falldown…Next he saw a man sitting beneath that tree as if talking to someone in the air…But he was never able to see that person’s face.
[His Dream/Illusion]

But on a personal note he adviced him to find out a place that he was dreaming of to get his illusions away. The doctor also suggested that the place might be related to his past.So he decided to find that place somehow and amazingly it was a small village close by the city he lived in. In the beginning he lived on the ourskirts of the village and gather information aboutits history. One day he decided to go to the village. He found a similar scenario when he entered the village. He saw a few villagers discussing something. He saw children playing oustide their homesand their mothers watching them. As soon as they saw a stranger entering the village there was a buzz around. Butthey were not afraid as he was handicapped and wouldn’t be of any harm. The mothers calledtheir children to get in their homes.

He walked straight towards a tree as he had imagined, but no one sitting beneath the tree.He saw the tree and the leaves that had fallen down. He sat beneath the tree as if waiting for someone to come. Then there was a slight breeze around and few more leaves started falling from the tree. He started looking at them and all of a sudden started hearing some strange voices of shouting and screaming, as if a battleground. He saw something coming out of the leaves and had illusions of people coming out of the leaves and trying to call him. For the villagers it was just a breeze that had passed by but the person was still in his illusions and continued seeing few people coming out of the leaves and asking for his help as if to save them.

And then he realized it was he himself that was sitting beneath the tree in his illusions.He picked up a pen and a paper and started writing down what those soldiers were telling him to write to almighty Lord about their agony and pain. The people coming out of the leaves were no one but soldiers, a few of them were his ancestors and friends with the help of whom he had fought a few battles.He himself had been a soldier and had fought many a battles and had lost his leg in one of the battles. The Village was once upon a time a huge battlefield where many battles were fought.The villagers depict the normal human beings or onlookers.
So the Letter(Sonnet) is to the human beings and to the almighty Lord about things that have happened with soldiers in this world.

Dedicated to friends in the Army. 

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