"burman" poems
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Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
DEPRESSION!
Depression is an illness brought on by a shattered past,
Basic skills, needs, & dreams fade away fast,
Immobilizing your will, confidence, thoughts & goals,
Slowly amercing you into deep holes,
Along come alcohol, poor communication & rage,
Both you & your family wishing they could turn to a new page,
Children caught up in the fight,
All needing to make things right,
Hope & tears burning dry,
And we all SCREAM why!
Life seems to fall apart,
Deep within everyone’s heart,
When & how will it end?
Can this ever mend?
Written by Jaki Burman 23/11/09
Nov 22, 2009
Nov 22, 2009 at 10:40 PM UTC
The Prince of Tripura
Prince of Music
Only child of Sachin Dev
A king amongst composers
Was born Rahul Dev
Toddler cried in 5 notes
Hence named Pancham
Livelihood in Music
Like fish to Water
Tabla and Harmonica
Learnt playing in order
Compose for movies
Ready for the struggle
Breaking in impossible
Dream remain a dream
Assisted father
A legend peak of career
To fill in the coffers
Nobody knew
What he had to offer
Insults swallowed
Rejections followed
Years in limbo
Acted in cameo
Waited in the wings till
Vijay Anand offeres Teesri Manzil
Supported by giants
Dazzling Score broke records from yore
Straight into people's heart like never before
Musician he was not
He was the Music
Talent Skill Genuis
All words in the dictionary
Couldn't fit his personality
Yet to find a word so true
To describe his music pure
No pinnacle
No Nadir
Music has a scale
He doesn't
Genre didn't matter
What was flowing was a river
Your ability to take
Was the music that came
Thinking and Doing
Duality hed overcome
Music written and scored
Magic Wand in hand
One stroke up and down
Tunes piled up on the
Gramaphone
500 films
3 Decades
Immortality achieved
No point counting
Still flowing
Music still gushing
Immeasurable
Enough inside
No bar time or tide
Beethoven Bach Mozart
Monet Van Gogh Picasso
Forever remain their art
Likewise the Burman Craft
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 3:19 AM UTC