The Lovely Bones

I was listening to our very own James Blunt the other day (yes you may pass snide remarks , "Blunt ??..what happened to Metal bro ?"). Some of his songs are pretty good I think and apart from the one major hit he had , I really liked this -

James Blunt - Too Late . If you read the lyrics , you"ll understand the story or well scenario behind the song. A few days back , I was looping this song and it was actually amazing outside with the wind blowing and a little rain in the air. It was the perfect time for a solemn mood. So I ended up writing this sad poem , about a little regret and moving ahead with life. I later realized how my poem was subconsciously affected by this song .

So here goes...

THE LOVELY BONES

Sometimes I think about the past,
About the actors my story had cast,
About things that went wrong ,
And if I could change my song ?.

Maybe say the things I didn't say,
Shout when I just sat and prayed,
Or laugh when I decided to cry,
And Run rather than just keep walking by.


I see around and I am all alone,
There is just a lovely sky and some lovely bones,
These bones are of my past,
Of things unsaid and things that last.


While I sit in this graveyard all alone,
I dig a grave to bury all these bones,
For I know that being haunted is a choice,
And I have made mine with a determined voice.


One by One I pick them up,
I put one in and lift another in a cup,
The grave starts to fill with bones of my past,
Of Things I said and things that don't last.


I cover with mud the seeds I sowed,
And it starts to rain before it snows,
I put some flowers on the top,
Make sure it settles down before the weather knocks.


I move out with a slow pace,
I buried my bones with a haunting grace,
For the past needs to be forgotten and I need to move,
Away from those bones and this lovely moon.

-

Abhishek