In 2002-2003 I was involved with The Quarterly Journal of Opinion (TQJO), a web-based magazine that was a mix of ideas, opinions, debate, current affairs, creative writing, poetry, fiction, sketches, and a lot of other things.
While rummaging through my CDs recently on a cold evening in Toronto, I found the one that had the TQJO files.
I'm reproducing a poem by Akanksha Joshi from TQJO. Akanksha is a young poet, who I think, must be a lawyer by now.
It's a simple poem with a stunning first line.
AN ODE TO A SONG
I'd like to live forever in a song,
I'd breathe its notes instead of air,
I would know only its melody,
And live life without a care,
Existence would be a cheery tune,
Whistled skillfully through one's lips,
Or sung heartfelt by human voice,
And played on a piano by one's fingertips,
The dreams woven by the lyricist,
Would be the only words I would know,
And I'd soar when a high note is hit,
And float down when the note hit is low,
And I would always be with the song,
With it my soul would intertwine,
I would always belong to the song,
And the song would forever be mine.