Wednesday 17 December 2014

Summer Song

That one song that always plays,
Reminding me of time slipping away.
Of sounds heard , of times of luck,
Of hisses , of tracks , of the summer’s glory .

Song of joy , song of melancholy ,
Song of remembrance , song of benevolence.
How do you fit every trend?
How do you fit all of my mind’s bends?

And I always remember my golden summer,
And how I tried to make it stay,
Like holding sand in my hands,
Alas , winter has dethroned lovely trance.

But tell me this dear song,
Will I make the summers stay?
Or will they always slip away?
Or even in the winters the summer within is here to stay?

/* The song I'm talking about is trains by porcupine tree. It is strange how this song has marked my life . It has a certain melancholy to it and also a certain joy to it that makes it fit for every situation. In the song , Steven Wilson sings , ' Always the summers are slipping away , find me a way to make it stay. ', as if saying that none of the good times will last , and it seems like he's crying in vain for a way to make it stay. And I wonder , what if you stop looking for happiness i.e the summer outside , and start looking for it inside. Then even the coldest winters will not affect the summers inside you. The last line is inspired by an Albert Camus quote. */


8 comments:

  1. We can hold anything inside of us. That is the key to happiness, is it not? Happiness only truly lives within ourselves :) Beautiful poem, Suyash ;)

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  2. "how I tried to make it stay, like holding sand in my hands....." so beautiful, and poignant. How we try to make things stay. Sigh.

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  3. Yes the line about holding sand in our hands really sang to me too...so very hard but worth trying...lovely piece

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  4. The hope of summer is always within us, yet each winter that fateful bell tolls but we hope it is not for us. Stunning poem Suyash.

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  5. I have an artist that always sticks in my head, and instantly it replaces all the things that leave me upset. Her name is Lindsey Stirling, she is a violinist, and she is simply amazing. :)

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  6. We really have to keep the summer within us, even when we are in the grips of winter. There is joy and melancholy in every season!

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  7. "Ain't it funny how a melody can bring back a memory" is how Clint Black expressed it. Great poem, I can think of songs for just those occasions.

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  8. "Like holding sand in my hands"
    Perfect!
    Also I hope you'd like this, bout the summer within!
    http://seethehologram.wordpress.com/2014/12/18/the-summer-within/

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