Monday, May 25, 2009

The Beatles in my dream and in my life.

I had a dream last night,
Seemed like a nightmare.
I was playing with The Beatles,
Three hundred thousand people watched.

We played my favourite songs,
But I’d forgotten the chords.
I had the best guitar,
But my plectrum was broken.

Then we played a song,
To which I knew the chords.
And I’d found the right plectrum,
The wires had tangled up.

I managed to put the connections right,
My hands started to slip.
Everyone got tired,
They told me to practice.

So I went backstage,
Strummed away to perfection.
I rushed back on stage,
And announced I could play.

Finally I played it right,
But I couldn’t hear a note.
The crowd had gotten too loud,
They loved the show while I was off.

Now The Beatles got tired,
They left me on stage alone.
I thought I’d close the show,
But the audience left.

I wasn’t really there,
I was just dreaming it all.
Nobody else could see me,
They’d come to see The Beatles.

5 comments:

Swati! said...

:)
one day everyone will wait.And watch.
:)

Sameer said...

ahemmahem...
aaah....any deliberate relations or is it just my mind playing tricks?

Rachit Jain said...

for one thing ... it was actually a dream i had while coming home in the train ... i wrote this down in the train itself .... and it seemed like the real life situation .... u get the perfect setting .... and then u realise ur not important ... the rest of the world is ... u just see what u want to see ... :)

mehak said...

:)
u knw d best part abt dis poem is its central idea abt d beatles in ur dream...... really creative..

dnt wrry u ll nvr hav a day on stag wid nobody listenin..aftr al wat r we guys fr..

:)

lost in illusion said...

u suck!!!BOOOOOOO BOOOOOO .... REFUND!!!! xP