I just heard my friend singing! No names, because I do not mean to offend him, after all, he is my friend!
So, my friend was 'singing', no, I think he was trying to sing. I guess the last sentence should tell you how good he was.
But then, does one need to sing well to sing?
A want a song, for myself, a song of my joys, my emotions, my ambitions, my success and my failures. If I sound like an egoist, I bloody am!
Why should anybody sing to please? I mean, cannot we be a bit selfish and just sing for ourselves once in a while? A song to mourn, to celebrate, to cry , to laugh, to express what you feel.
So what if I am devoid of a smooth and silky voice, I am not devoid of feelings! I am alive, and that is good enough reason for me to sing! Too bad you do not like my song!
Why should my poems make sense to you? They are mine! You were not there when I fell in love and cried the whole night, or when I first felt like hugging the banyan tree in my backyard.
And I want everybody to sing. Everybody has a right to be happy, or as Will Smith says, pursue happiness. Everybody has a story, everybody has a song.
I have a song! And I will sing it!
Thursday, April 19, 2007
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2 comments:
Interesting thought, very Whitmanesque (like famous American poet Walt Whitman)in temperament. you could work on your 'poetic' expression, if you choose to that is. as you said it's your bloody song, so you might as well sing it in your own bloody voice!
keep writing dost!
Very singular and anti-social, I'm sure. But contrariwise, if melodious sounds are likely to increase the lifespan, wouldn't cacaphonous screeching serve to decrease it?
That is why we have bathrooms singing! :D
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