A Drifter as Driftwood
The knock-kneed girl who wears a knee cap, beautiful flowery knickerbockers and carries a knapsack?
A knick-knack around her slim neck and tossing a Kopeck in a narrow cobbled street she walks towards home the late evening.
I feel lonely myself with the sorrowful Sunset and before midnight I must go back to the ship as she suppose to sail early in the morning.
I regret that I couldn’t ask her name and I made a note in my diary with an asterisk.
I gave her a name “Stella”; my ships name.
She resembles the actress “Lara” in the film Doctor Zhivago.
I start to write a short story that would be an endless which I have to throw into the sea.
I see her fading land from far away and it’s like a peaceful dream.
I strum my old ukulele to the beat of ripples.
And the sleep peeps secretly into my disarray cabin.
*A seasonal greeting to all my poet friends!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Lara
Doctor Zhivago (Russian) is a 1965 epic drama-romance-war film directed by David Lean and loosely based on the famous novel of the same name by Boris Pasternak. It has remained popular for decades, and as of 2010 is the eighth highest grossing film of all time in the United States, adjusted for inflation.
The film takes place mostly during 1912-1923, against a backdropp of World War I, the Russian Revolution and Russian Civil War, as the regime of Tsar Nicholas II is overthrown and the Soviet Union established. A narrative framing device, set in the late 1940s to early 1950s, involves KGB Lieutenant General Yevgraf Andreyevich Zhivago (Alec Guinness) searching for the illegitimate child of his half brother, doctor Yuri Andreyevich Zhivago (Omar Sharif) , and his mistress Larissa ('Lara') Antipova (Julie Christie) . Yevgraf believes a young woman working on a dam project, Tonya Komarovskaya (Rita Tushingham) may be his niece, and tells her the story of her father's life.
As the Mother Volga river runs to the Caspian Sea
My soul haunts Lara in the film Doctor Zhivago!
The biggest part of Russia, Siberia
The surface always frozen like Lara's heart?
I hear the fine theme song of Lara
And I search the missing book in my trunk
Boris Pasternak's longest prose.
Russian Alphabet is called Cyrillic
A man named Cyril is said to have invented it?
Anyway I think of Lenin, Trotsky, Dostoevsky
Tolstoy, Turgenev, Gogol and Pushkin.
And when I woke up in the morning
I found my grandson's picture book 'Russia' beside me
And I spoke to my Son-in-law
How about a Vodka tonight?
Spasiba!
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The innocent lovers!
*Where do I start, she came to my life and she'll be here!
-Andy Williams
The boy with a slight mustache secretly whistles,
The theme song of *love story
And the girl like Lara in Doctor Zhivago
Who tries to show her lace work of the new pantie.
How sad this old flightless bird who sits in vain on a rickety bench
in a solitary lover's park?
humble dedication to the South African poetess Kerry O'Connor in gratitude!
[Without understanding where we have come from and where we are going, we cannot establish our own sense of identity to the fullest.]
-Aging?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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This Cradlesong perhaps that keeps you awake
The beggar-maid's lullaby never be a sweet one?
This cobbled street warm in day
And night it's too cold,
I am under the night sky
And the dew drops fall
My child cries in her dream
And she wants to know
Where the father's been?
I cannot lie and I tell her a sad story..................One night like now
Your father stopped for a matter
Sky knows well that he begged for a lodging
As he said nowhere to go.
I gave him my used bedspread
Patches are here and there,
Rats eaten when they're hungry?
We didn't sleep that whole night
Thanks he gave me the warmth
And he told me a long story like a movie
When shooting stars collapsed in the milkyway!
But he left early in the morning
With a promise to take me somewhere.
Dear daughter, This story's not yet finished
And I am waiting for him to continue?
*We two form a multitude.
-Ovid
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I couldn't fulfill her strong desire
One dark evening
I met a bare-footed little girl
Who carries a ragged doll
Along a narrow cobbled street.
I found tears in her gloomy eyes
And before I asked she muttered;
'Uncle do you have a picture book for me to see? '
I was shocked and I said;
'I am so sorry my dear Magpie,
I have only my pocket Dictionary.'
'That I read a long time ago
But I couldn't find my parents yet.'
Oh! I recite the saddest poem in her talking eyes
That fades away with warm tears.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Early In The Morning
Early in the morning and I cant get right
Had a little date with my baby last night
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Now its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to all the places where we used to go
Went to your house but you dont live there no more
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to your friends house but she was out
Knock on your fathers door and he began to shout get out there boy
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Went to doogie chain to get something to eat
Waiter looked at me and said you sure look beat
Now its early in the morning (early in the morning)
Early in the morning (early in the morning)
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
Well its early in the morning
And I aint got nothing but the blues
song performed by by Van Morrison
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An uncertified wrestler
As a brown pelican dives for its food
She jumps to the road,
Late in the evening.
Street lights know her whereabouts
And the each brick of the cobbled street
feel her gravity.
She has many stories for her clients
And she knows the fake notes well.
Please do not play with her and bargain the trade
As she's a respectable woman of this uppish World.
Why they so hurry about her certificate of birth
Anybody offers her a better job?
Call by her given name and that's enough.
* Dedication to all my poet friends!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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What It Takes
there goes my old girlfriend
well there's another diamond ring
and all those late night promises
I guess they don't mean a thing
so baby what's the story
did you find another man
is it easy to sleep in the bed that we made
when you don't look back I guess the feelings start to fade away
I used to feel your fire
but now it's cold inside
and you're back on the street
like you didn't miss a beat
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Sixteen Miles
Early in the morning when the dew is on
Each and every rose bud you will find me gone
So knock me down and pick me up
And knock me down again
Break my heart steal my gold
And slander my good name
Seven lonely hours on the morning train
Takes me to a place where I wont come back again
Seven lonely pullmans speedin down the line
Takin me away from an old love of mine
Sixteen miles to seven lakes way up among the pines
In some hidden valley where the twirlin river twines
Where the fish swim up and down
And the sparklin water falls
Where the thunder rolls
And the lonely puma calls
Somewhere on the mountain Ill take another name
Rid my mind of memories and start my life again
Somewhere in the wilderness
Ill build a cabin small
Then forget so i
Wont remember you at all
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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The Sandman who sleeps near-by a dustbin
Oh! The sad fading memory re-kindles.
That desperate fragile man was crying on a rainy day
And he was soaked in a cobbled narrow street.
I offered him a small colored note
But he refused.
And I gave him a big note that too he refused calmly.
Then only I realized that he was starving.
Unfortunately all the shops were closed and it seemed to be a public holiday in a memorial of a bygone puppet President.
[ *Sandman- The genie of folklore who makes children sleepy; in allusion to the rubbing of their eyes as if there were sand in them.]
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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So Quiet In Here
Foghorns blowing in the night
Salt sea air in the morning breeze
Driving cars all along the coastline
This must be what its all about
Oh this must be what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
The warm look of radiance on your face
And your heart beating close to mine
And the evening fading in the candle glow
This must be what its all about
Oh this must be what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here. so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, yeah, so peaceful in here
All my struggling in the world
And so many dreams that dont come true
Step back, put it all away
It dont matter, it dont matter anymore
Oh this must be what paradise is like
This must be what paradise is like
Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
Its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
A glass of wine with some friends
Talking into the wee hours of the dawn
Sit back and relax your mind
This must be, this must be, what its all about
This must be what paradise is like
Oh this must be what paradise is like
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
Big ships out in the night
And were floating across the waves
Sailing for some other shore
Where we can be what we wanna be
Oh this must be what paradise is like
This must be what paradise is like
Baby its so quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, so peaceful in here
So quiet in here, you can hear, its so quiet
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Chaperone and Granny flat
The middle-aged woman lives in this apartment with her far relative girl.
She goes to work early in the morning and comes back late in the evening.
The woman left in the house alone the whole day.
She is a spinster in her late forties.
The story begins in this lonely house with two spinsters.
Yet the girl is a teenager.
Once in a blue moon a boy with emerald eyes who comes to see her in blue patchy denims.
“Nowadays he comes very seldom
But very soon the day comes
That he will be here everyday
And one day he takes you away.
Then no more news from you
And I would be the loner again.”
One Sunday morning the girl woke up late as it’s a holiday
And she found those lines written on a serviette which has kept on the kitchenette table.
Nobody knows about her aunt’s whereabouts
And her name was registered in the missing person ledger nearby police.
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I Couldn't Say Goodbye
I watch you as you're sleeping
As I'm standing at the door
I don't want to let you go
But I can't hold on anymore
I just can't find the strength
To say I'm leaving you
It's over now, it's over now
And there's nothing I can do
I couldn't say goodbye
Couldn't stand the pain
Couldn't watch you cry
Knowing that your heart would break
So I let you sleep
Till the morning light
When you wake up and you read the note I write
Telling you that I
I couldn't say goodbye
I'm walking down this rainy street
Thinking you're awake by now
As you read my letter
And the tears fall from your eyes
Just know I tried to make it work
It just wasn't meant to be
I needed you, I needed you
But not the way you needed me
I couldn't say goodbye
Couldn't stand the pain
Couldn't watch you cry
Knowing that your heart would break
So I let you sleep
Till the morning light
When you wake up and you read the note I write
Telling you that I
I couldn't say goodbye
I didn't mean to hurt you
I didn't want to make you cry
It's over now, yes it's over now
I just couldn't say goodbye
I couldn't say goodbye
Couldn't stand the pain
Couldn't watch you cry
Knowing that your heart would break
So I let you sleep
Till the morning light
When you wake up and you read the note I write
Telling you that I
I couldn't say goodbye
song performed by by Tom Jones
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Sea And Sand
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Here by the sea and sand
Nothing ever goes as planned,
I just couldn't face going home
It was just a drag on my own.
They finally threw me out
My mother got drunk on stout,
My dad couldn't stand on two feet,
As he lectured about morality.
Now I guess the families complete,
With me hanging round on the street
Or here on the beach.
The girl I love
Is a perfect dresser,
Wears every fashion
Gets it to the tee.
Heavens above,
I got to match her
She knows just how
She wants her man to be
Leave it to me.
My jacket's gonna be cut slim and checked
Maybe a touch of seersucker with an open neck
I ride a G S scooter with my hair cut neat
I wear my wartime coat in the wind and sleet.
I see her dancing
Across the ballroom
U V light making starshine
Of her smile.
I am the face,
She has to know me,
I'm dressed up better than anyone
Within a mile.
So how come the other tickets look much better?
Without a penny to spend they dress to the letter.
How come the girls come on oh so cool
Yet when you meet 'em, every one's a fool.
Come sleep on the beach
Keep within my reach
I just want to die with you near
I'm feeling so high with you here.
I'm wet and I'm cold
But thank God I ain't old
I should have split home at fifteen
Why didn't I ever say what I mean?
There's a story that the grass is so green,
What did I see?
Where have I been?
Nothing is planned, by the sea and the sand
song performed by by Who
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The isolated Stable, My hardbitten days with a Pony and Cinema Theatres!
Whenever I pass the old stable here
While dropping my beloved wife
To the Day Care Center,
On the way back I stop for a while.
Oh! Poor Race Horses in the Victorian Era
Now very old and hard to neigh
Really I could count their ribs.
I am sorry That I couldn't bring you something to eat
Because I am out of a billet now.
Looking for a job and ckeck the vacancies everyday
That's written in the sky?
Not much Horse dung here otherwise I could have clean them voluntarily.
I flew back to my hard days Pony in an Amusement Park.
Borrowing my brother's Nikon F2 Mechanical camera
I took photos of the flowery children on horeseback
Developed and printed them in my life's dark room
Sold them cheaper at their doorsteps.
Out of few Rupees a lump sum to poor jockey
And a bag of brown sugar to the Pony.
Besides my beloved's pregnant for the eldest
And hardly she made snacks with wheat flour, slightly mixed with chillie powder.
Midnight we packed them into our friendly cellophane bags
And early in the morning I jumped to a Double-decker
Carrying the stuff in my old haversack to the Magnetic Cinema Theatres in the City!
* To my poet fiend Premji!
Here's my poor film script for your true-dream film, hope that should go to all the film festivals Worldwide one day!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Lucky
This is a story about a girl named lucky
Early morning, she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock on the door
Its time for makeup, perfect smile
Its you theyre all waiting for
They go
Isnt she lovely, this hollywood girl?
And they say
Chorus:
Shes so lucky, shes a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If theres nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night
Lost in an image, in a dream
But theres no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?
They go
Isnt she lovely, this hollywood girl?
And they say
Chorus:
Shes so lucky, shes a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If theres nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night
Best actress, and the winner islucky!
Im roger johnson for pop news standing outside the arena waiting for lucky
Oh my godhere she comes!
Isnt she lucky, this hollywood girl?
She is so lucky, but why does she cry?
If theres nothing missing in her life
Why do tears come at night?
Chorus:
Shes so lucky, shes a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If theres nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night
song performed by by Britney Spears
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Ripples
Bluegirls come in every size
Some are wise and some otherwise,
They got pretty blue eyes.
For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks strange -
Looks strange, looks strange.
Marching to the promised land
Where the honey flows and takes you by the hand,
Pulls you down on your knees,
While youre down a pool appears.
The face in the water looks up,
And she shakes her head as if to say
That its the last time youll look like today.
Sail away, away
Ripples never come back.
Gone to the other side.
Sail away, away.
The face that launched a thousand ships
Is sinking fast, that happens you know,
The water gets below.
Seems not very long ago
Lovelier she was than any that I know.
Angels never know its time
To close the book and gracefully decline,
The song has found a tale.
My, what a jealous pool is she.
The face in the water looks up
She shakes her head as if to say
That the bluegirls have all gone away.
Sail away, away
Ripples never come back.
Theyve gone to the other side.
Look into the pool,
Ripples never come back,
Dive to the bottom and go to the top
To see where they have gone
Oh, theyve gone to the other side...
Sail away, away
Ripples never come back.
Gone to the other side.
Look into the pool,
The ripples never come back, come back,
Dive to the bottom and go to the top
To see where they have gone
Theyve gone to the other side
Ripples never come back
Sail away, away...
song performed by by Genesis
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The Handsome Cabin Boy
It's of a pretty female as you may understand
Her mind been bent for rambling into some foreign land
She dressed herself in sailor's clothes, or so it does appear
And she hired with a captain to serve him for a year
Her cheeks they were like roses and her hair all in a curl
The sailors often smiled and said he looked just like a girl
But eating all the captain's biscuit her colour did destroy
And the waist did swell of pretty Nell, the handsome cabin boy
It was in the Bay of Biscay her gallant ship did plow
One night among the sailors was a fearful floorin' row
They tumbled from their hammocks, for their sleep it did destroy
And they swarmed about the groanin' of the handsome cabin boy
"Oh doctor, dear. Oh doctor," the cabin boy did cry
"The time has come -- I am undone, and I will surely die"
The doctor come a'runnin' and a'smilin' at their fun --
To think a sailor lad should have a daughter or a son
The sailors when they saw the joke, they all did stand and stare
The child belonged to none of them, they solemnly did swear
And the captain's wife she says to him, "My dear I wish you joy
For 'tis either you or me's betrayed the handsome cabin boy"
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O, What A Short Story
From beginning to end it was a short tale
It follows like this, a once unspoken story
Dusk would come and we’d walk together
Down along the beach, we could stay for forever
The sand would squeeze between our toes
As we walked together, on the beach at dusk
Night would come and we’d eat together
Followed by talk of what the future would bring
A bundle of happiness, and a house together
We’d talk together, after eating dinner at night
Morning would come and we’d be off to work
What a night we’d had, but forgotten already
Fights would follow and a change would be made
We’d fight and fight, in the morning during work
By lunchtime the end would soon be near
Sick of the madness and unpredictable sadness
My bags would be packed before dinner came
I’d pack my bags, after lunch in sorrow
That dinner would be lonely, alone I’d eat
And I’d cry myself to sleep
Alone at a friends, a depression with no end
I’d finally sleep, after dinner I’d cry
My story would end at midnight that night
How could I bear to live, without my sweetheart?
I’d go peacefully in sleep, after taking those pills
I’d take my last breath, at midnight that night
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Burn this note into pieces...
I write this piece of note, feel so good
And the lights are off, oh why so dark?
So dark and they don’t see me crying
This is a piece of note for my friends
To let them know and to let them feel
And this is a piece of message in tears
And I sit down here in this dark space
I don’t see any stars, I don’t see any…
This is life and I believe in fairy tales
This is my life and I was in a fairy tale
Lights are off and I sit here in this room
Let me tell you a story and you say,
Why don’t you say if you like it?
This is about a man who left his place
This is about a man who lived in dreams
And when he returned back and saw,
Million stars in a crowded street, so clear
Tears fall dropp by dropp and I sit here,
Lost stars in this lonely street and I,
Tears fall dropp by dropp as I see no one
I don’t see them clear and I write this note…
And I sit here in this dark room… oh so dark…
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A courtesy with a Black Bear
I met a bear on a city roadside accidentally.
'Don't get frightened that I know Men sing well
And I would like to hear a song from your deep voice.'
The bear told in a friendly manner.
I strum my old Ukulele and started singing;
' It's mighty dark for me to travel*
Oh! The beautiful bears are our friends
That reminds us in the book of History.
Hardly I carry this honeycomb with bees in my childhood old satchel.
I am sorry, it could be melt now as my poor heart is warm like an autumnal breeze.'
Bear showed me a wry smile and I realized that sniffed I am an Alcoholic.
I saw some bruises on my back and that could be the touch of bear's claws,
But it's not painful.
The scenario resembles my precious grandson's lost 'Teddy bear' in this cryptic homeward dream.
(*'Bill Monroe with Jim & Jesse')
[ I am not worthy to loosen the thongs of his sandals.-A humble prayer-]
I dedicate this poem to baby Adam and I am sure that one day you understand this unseen old silly man's dream.
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