Pirates of the Caribbean: He’s a Pirate

The first movie came out in 2003 and even since I head the famous Theme Song of Pirates of the Caribbean I was hooked.

Recently, I took some time and did my best to figure out the Tabs of this song.

Put on your headphones and listen away people!!

He’s a Pirate

 

Do let me know about your thoughts.

Wonderwall by Oasis

I think I am ready for my Blog to showcase another side of me.

Hello everyone,

I know you all are used to reading Poems/Short Stories/Haikus/Travel Stories on my blog The Poet and the Pen. Thank you so much for all the love and feedbacks that you have been giving me over these many years. However…

Since this blog holds almost everything that I do, I would like to take it a step ahead now.

So the story is, I started playing the Guitar back in 2008 and had become quite good at it as I continued for 2 years straight but later due to moving out of my house for further studies, my love for guitar had to take a back seat and I kinda lost my touch over it.

But times have changed and I now feel that it is time to bring back the Guitar days into my life. I have been practising for some time now, trying to get a hold of it again.

Today for the first time, I am going to share a song whose chords I recently learnt.

Wonderwall by Oasis

I hope you guys will like it.

 

Sorry for the poor Video Quality (will work on that). Use headphones for a better sound.

You can also check out my Instagram Video here: LINK

Let’s see how this goes!

Songful days

A letter from an old man to his loving wife. Remembering the time they met. Remembering those Songful days.

 

 

I still remember you playing that song,

Up at the stage in that cafe I frequented.

Your eyes sang along,

To your voice I had become addicted.

Your hat was beautiful,

Your shoes were always funny,

Your scarf made me cheerful,

And your smile was just lovely.

You loved your guitar and I loved you for it,

When you strummed those chords, every song used to fit.

I could just watch you play forever, 

Glad that you asked me if you could sit.

Elenore, I am here and I can still see you,

Up at the stage in the cafe I still frequent.

This new singer is similar to you in so many ways,

Our daughter reminds me of you when she plays.

 

Why to write a Poem?

This Poem is a tutorial on “Why to write a Poem?”. In this Poem, I am going to let go of all that keeps me sane. It’s madness around this place people!!! Let me add some light hearted comedy and madness from my side as well.

Yes, I know that the world is going through a Tough time and I stand with you all. But, yes, BUT in this hour of worry, let me do what I can do… Take your mind off the sadness and concern for a moment and bring smile to your face (at least try to).

Anyway, just forget everything till you reach the last line and read it from a blank perspective.

 

 

Why to write a Poem?

Once I was walking through the Park,

Where I met, Mr. Jolly.

Mr. Jolly was happy because, in the Dark was Mr. Gloomy.

 

But then the Sun decided to shift, 

And reveal the existence of latter. 

My. Jolly’s smile took a drift upon seeing his terminator.

 

Both hated each other,

Each one ending other’s vacation.

Sons of the all mother, they were the balancers of every creation.

 

Ignorant of the novelty they refused to talk,

So I called a Poet to square things even.

In his own way he took them for a walk, rhyming helps to see what we believe in.

 

A Poem looks similar to all,

Yet is taken with different meanings,

Through rhymes we take your call, Poem strikes a balance between feelings.

Musical Muse

I hear music when it rains,

Little drops strumming the leaves.

I hear music when wind gushes windowpanes,

Trying to break in like notorious thieves.

I hear music when the living moves,

Rhythm of life in every maneuver.

I hear music amidst all the fuss and grooves,

Musical muse is all about humour.

Each lyric strikes a chord,

Sending waves to times of past.

Light shines on the emotions we hold,

Music is a magic. Eternal, natural, and vast.

Some pour happiness while some are sad,

Some are short-lived while others last.

Some bring excitement while some peace,

In presence of true music, I happen to cease.

Sound of Waves

Sun is about to bid goodbye,

Waving slowly as it settles down.

Whispers in the wind are flying by,

As I stand at the end of town.

Now while there are many walking around,

Leaving a trail quite and free,

I hear a sound, so peaceful and profound,

Sound of Waves at the edge of the sea.

Nothing more poetic when nature rhymes,

Sound of waves, of birds, of air.

I feel acquitted of all my crimes,

Sound of Waves has something to share.

Beaches have always been one of my favourite places. Now you know why.

A video journey of The Poet and the Pen

Almost all my poems had a featured image (which do not belong to me in any way whatsoever)

Each image was used with the purpose of letting my readers understand and connect with my words at a much better level.

This video shows my journey and the rich content this blog has to offer…

Read the poems once you are done with the video (especially those whose images you like)

See to know…know to read

Happy Monday!

That day

Streets were singing the sound of joy,

Lights and decorations captured all eyes.

I saw a smile so beautiful and pure on a boy,

And the stars… stars decorated the nightly skies.

Ornaments, beads, clothes and food,

Lamps, candles, toys and books,

Wine and cheese and music for the mood,

And the cuisines made by those amazing cooks.

It was so beautiful and cozy and peaceful,

That it made me forget of the days to come.

Maybe it was wrong or maybe it was needful,

But… That day still makes me numb.

A night which I lived only once,

A night which I live when I need a break,

A night that forever will be speacial to my heart,

Not because of any person for nothing was fake.

 

The Café

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Drinking coffee while reading a book,
In a nice café with a fancy look,
On a table that was kept reserved,
I sat alone and simply observed.

Various people, various emotions,
Each with issues and their own notions,
Seeking a path of comfort and joy,
They sat, ate, laughed and enjoyed.

Sad forget his sadness, and
Worried gave up his madness.
Tired ones were rejuvenated,
As the negativity got isolated.

It wasn’t the food that they ate,
Neither was this any mystery or fate,
It was Music that casted the spell,
Making all minds happy and well.

As I sat alone and observed,
On a table that was kept reserved,
I saw the hypnosis taking place,
A doctor who heals without any trace.

I wrote on a page of the book I had,
Remember this day and always be glad,
No matter how you feel, happy or sad,
Good music is an invisible comrade.


-Music an universal language.