This week’s Music Monday reader submission comes from Sangbad over at Thoughts of Words. He’s a prolific poet and storyteller, and he crafted a lovely poem that he shared on his site on Valentine’s Day. In his post, Sangbad describes his creation:
“When it comes to writing a story we follow the dialogue and scene format…there are many forms of a story like a flashback, epistolary, etc…but, they adhere to the defined format of dialogue and scene…why not write a story where there’ll be scene and songs…why not write a story in poem (written by self) and songs (listen to or written self)…
It’s Not Going To Be Today had been written when this idea struck me a few days before Valentine’s Day…the poems are written by me while the songs are the songs I listen to (few of them are my favorite)…hope you’ll enjoy this my approach telling a love story…”
This fun, creative approach of combining poetry and music makes for a versatile experience. And what we liked so much over here at The Nostalgia Diaries is that Sangbad picked quite a number of excellent nostalgic songs to accompany his poem! Who doesn’t love old-school Bryan Adams, Billy Joel, Savage Garden, and Celine Dion?
So enjoy Sangbad’s creativity and visit his page for more!
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It’s Not Going To Be Today
by Sangbad
The days were young,
We were too–me and my friends…
We used to cycle through the maze of alleys,
We used to fall in love, then and now,
We used to break up, then and now,
We used to remain low for few days.
But nothing stopped us from falling in love–
In a loop…
I was different, I was sole witness to all.
Nothing, no one catches my fascination.
Then one summer eve,
after a (pro)long hot days, the rain came–
In my life; I saw her, I fall in love with her.
She doesn’t look at me, but, noticed me…
I had my eyes on her, she knew that…
Then one eve our eyes met–
She was at her roof–she was our new neighbor…
I was at mine–recovering from a bout of illness…
We went out some days later after school–
Making excuse to elders for extra classes…
And then again, after some days later, and again…
I still remember the night, that night, I sneak–
Into her roof to see the comet shower that night–
with her…
Her smell had enthralled me as she lie there in my arms,
first, and, then moving to my bosom ‘fore kissing me–
On my cheek and then lips…the memory is yellow
but has not faded still now, as you see…
She had fallen asleep clutching me–as I stroke her long hair…
The comets had showered that night…
But, neither of us had seen that…
She slept biting her lips, breathing softly;
I kept looking at her and cursing the interim drowsiness…
The good time, but, had to come to an end…
We get caught by our elder’s collaboration–
As a friend of mine who had fallen for her–
Passed on our under-the-breath love story…
Though we met, s’time climbing the pipe to her room–
when e’one, except us, fallen asleep…
S’time I used to call her. Her friend was the aide.
I remember that night, when, we met at her balcony–
That day I had received the letter–
Admission in a University in London…
Her eyes were watery. Mine also.
We embrace. We kiss.
She stopped me. But I’ve to go.
When I come back, I’ll bring your wedding ring…
The days were long at first.
Her eyes, her kiss, her smell…all of her
I missed so much…
She wrote once–
When I need you
I just close my eyes and I’m with you…
That day it was a blizzard day in London…
I still couldn’t make what made me shiver–
The temperature or her letter…
She said she had got married–
To keep her father’s word who was on the deathbed…
It’s being a decade and a half…
I still love her…many had come…
But nothing enchanted me…
Still at night, when I saw a comet,
when a gust of the fall at night touch me–
I find her standing beside me,–
her head on my shoulder and hand clasp with mine…
I know we’ll meet again…
It’s not going to be today…
(It’s going to be) someday…
In addition to writing poems, Sangbad writes essays about his daily life and many other topics, and he has started an ambitious weekly episodic story called A Fable of Time, which he describes as “autobiographical fiction written on my adolescence.”
Find out more about Sangbad at Thoughts of Words.
Thanks, Sangbad!
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Reblogged this on Thoughts of Words and commented:
My Guest Post at The Nostalgia Diaries…posted originally in my blog on occasion of the 14th February…read and share your feelings ’cause as always I like Review besides the Like…
So cool! Thank you for sharing this really fun use of lyrics and nostalgia.
Glad you enjoyed it!
thank you…
Truly, Madly, Deeply was one of absolute favorite songs! Thanks for bringing me back 🙂
Yes, that was such a good song! 🙂
Wow, some serious throwbacks here! Thank you for the stroll down memory lane.
We thought so, too ! Thanks for stopping by.
Loved this! Brought me way back!!!
Good music tends to do that! 🙂