Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Ride Story

From the night office in the bad mood
I rode my bike home, hopes of food
Then it came down, slow and then hard
Raining cool water on this traveling bard

I can't do this, not in this rain
In stopping and waiting, I would find more to gain
So I parked there on that wet road
Stepped into Barista for a cappucino

From the porch I watched it pour
Strangely enough the water looked like snow
There I saw it, a pretty guitar
Making me smile, warming my heart

I asked Barista man if I could play
Thinking it would help me pass time away
Right then, little did I know
I had a new song to compose

With the rain falling in the background
I relished the chords making that sound
It so happened that they fit my one poem
I wasted no time in recording it on my phone

Like this and like that the rain stopped
On the back of my bike I once again hopped
Rode home in minimal traffic
Smiling to myself like a git

Almost home I found some Paradise City
Followed close by Baba O'Reilly
I was happier that I can explain
Reached home, nearly insane

© Rahul Chidambaran 2011


  1. Now that you have recorded the songs and the images, it is comfortably etched in networked memories. :)

  2. This is wonderful and really cool. I have no talent for music at all. I'd love to hear your song =)

  3. deep - Thanks

    mindlovemisery - I hope you get to hear it one day!

  4. Sounds like you had fun. :) I had fun reading it.

  5. love your word tour,
    super beautiful imagery.

    Happy Rally.

  6. Life's rewards come at the strangest of places and times.