Coldplay in the Time of Coronavirus- A Vlog

So things are pretty intense right now, are they not? Cities are silent, people are scared and a lot of people have died. It's a tough time. I thought of sharing a cover of Coldplay's hit song Fix You off the album X&Y, because we could do with some light to guide us home in these troubled times.

The Bilge Master

May I Miss You?

May I miss you a little?

When I hear a child laugh?

May I miss you when I'm at the movies 

Watching Jackie Chan?

May I miss your eyes when 

I'm staring at the Mona Lisa?

May I miss your smile

Whenever something makes me laugh?

Will you allow me to miss 

The times we kissed?

On sunlit days and rainy nights

When I'm in bed, dying of fright?

I miss you every day

And with each day 

I miss you a little more 

And one day I hope

I'll be able to stop missing you

But if love is red

I am colour blind

The Bilge Master

What If This Is All The Love You Ever Get?

The world has changed

Streets deserted

Beggars forsaken

And the rich have become

What they feared most 

Hungry

What if tomorrow this all ends?

It's a four year old writing a story

About a virus and no toilet paper 

And I think the Four have started to ride 

So what if

This

What if this is all the love you ever get?

What if this is the last kiss?

What if this is your last smile?

Tell me

What if this is all the love you ever get?

The Bilge Master

Grief

Grief in me

Will shatter the sky

I seek solace lying in bed

None comes

It's going to be another sleepless night 

My grief at my loss 

Hasn't affected my vital signs

Just left me hollow

As if the stone I'm crawling under 

Will never be lifted off my shoulders 

And like Atlas, I carry this burden with me 

Yet I am optimistic

Standing on a roof 

Looking down at a kitchen garden

It came to me like a blinding flash of light

That I am not done living 

And so I stepped back

As for the grief 

One day it will go

As time goes by

The Bilge Master

Living

If you think that you are weak

Because someone is tearing you down

When your job is a joke

You're broke

And stuck in second gear

It's okay to cry

Have a good one 

Then get up off the ground 

And start working again

Tomorrow always comes 

With the promise of a new start

Leaving yesterday behind 

Once you realize that

Living isn't about the past

But always about the future

And living is about looking forward to stuff 

That's when you break the shackles you have put 

On your feet 

And start to run 

The Bilge Master

I'm a Woman, What's Your Superpower? (A Guest Post by Trishla Jaiswal)

Trishla, Banker by profession, artist by passion. Pens her thoughts occasionally and is a firm believer in "Create, don't Hate".Thoroughly positive and prefers to live on the sunny side of life.

Honest confessions by her husband

Please welcome Mrs Trishla Jaiswal to the blog!

The Bilge Master

Knocking

The raven 

Jet black with a golden iris

Sits on my door frame 

And knocks again and again

It is almost midnight

The witching hour is at hand 

And I drink coffee and try to compose 

As a wise man once said 

"Quoth the raven, Nevermore!"

My quill, once fluid and sure 

Shakes in my hand 

When I hear the knocking on the window 

I try to write about a girl I knew once 

Who did not survive the winter winds 

In her house by the sea 

Forever lost she is now

But a distant memory

Like a boat sailing God knows where 

Meanwhile the raven is still there 

Knocking on my window 

And perhaps this spectre

Will haunt every moment 

In my life 

Until one day, I am mad 

Quite mad 

Unable to do anything 

But slobber into a pillow

I ask myself 

Is that what I want?

Is that how my life ends?

In servitude to a bird 

That just knocks, never speaks?

O Raven, whereforth hast thou come from?

Why do you torment me so?

I am neither Jekyll nor Hyde 

I am just a man composing 

Why did you choose my window?

Why not someone less mediocre?

You speak in a code I do not comprehend 

Your voice does not reach me 

Speak, Raven, speak

Or in silence let me lie

Whisper not in my ear

"Nevermore!" 

"Nevermore!"

The Bilge Master

The Children of the Witches

You sent us away

Brutally

Burning our families at the stake 

For you were scared of us 

And did not understand

Or even try to understand 

We went and we waited 

And now the day has come 

For you have now set fire to your entire world 

And seek messiahs to deliver you from evil

We are the children of the witches

You couldn't burn in Salem

Come to reclaim the world 

We hide among you 

And see you bicker via tweets 

Or try to look cool by posing next to cars you can't afford 

Meanwhile people you put in power yourself 

Manipulate and corrupt 

It is time for the madness to come to an end 

Step aside you foolish ones 

And let wisdom reclaim its rightful place 

The Bilge Master

Saints

When the saints you pray to

And the ones the greats have drawn

Come together to heal you

From the wrong this world has done 

Do you feel blessed?

Born with a silver spoon

Passions in bloom

Educated but still a fool

For a smile from a girl

You fall hard 

But brush it off 

Only to fall again

One day you'll fall no more

One day your pain will go

The saints are coming 

They won't let you go

The Bilge Master

I Am Not Done Changing

I walked by the place 

Where we last met 

And had margaritas at a bar

Yours was too strong you said 

Ravenously consuming lasagna

Back then we had a good thing going

Then things changed

That's the only constant after all

I changed and so did you

And for a while I was sad 

Coz I thought we were gonna be around

For a while

Some songs reminded me of you

Especially Pearl Jam

My brother pinged yesterday

They have a new album out 

But my friend I've moved on

And I hope that you have too

I'm too happy to weep for you

And you too far gone for me to chase you

I just wish you had said goodbye though

But expecting that from you

Is a mistake

Hallelujah, one day the church bells will ring

The parson will get our a Bible 

And bury our friendship

Six feet deep

As for me, I will walk on

This road I've chosen

And hope that one day

I go where many paths meet

Whither then?

I cannot say

The Bilge Master

The End of the Line

We met in a building 

At the end of the lane 

Where once I sat

Rapt 

Trying to earn a living 

We spoke in was and when

Loving words more than men

It's been a little while 

But I think it's safe to assume I've made a friend 

We've even invented a little game

I wonder what lies ahead 

Our road is yet to be built 

Will I look into your eyes again?

What will I see there?

Evidence of sin or

Proof of love restrained?

As outside the window it rains 

And skyscrapers fall to the accompaniment 

Of explosions

A smile flits across my face 

Howard Roark and John Galt 

Had a vision written in fiction

I see a vision written on your face 

Keep seeing 

Don't go blind

And take me with you

To the end of the line 

The Bilge Master