Another “just for fun” poem/dialog between imagined voices from Indian cinema and the critical fan.
there’s something wrong with my Bollywood song
it refuses to be written
it rejects the ridicules
that i aim to comically outline
it fails to fall into form
or cooperate in rhyme:
i point out crab grass under calloused feet
“that does not matter see how they joyfully dance to the beat”
i point out our glaring lights that burn upon the skin
“ahh but it only shines upon the light that shines within”
but what about leather in the desert and sarees in the alps?
“i’m not going to argue, no hint, no clue, no help”
but..but what about the crimes against fashion in the dance?
“hmm what no no it’s step, twirl, back, side, side, jump, one step advance”
Alright fine!….forget the dance…but the lyrics can’t be sung they’re all just mimed!
“yes,yes talented singers we have for that!…Plus lyricists that
goofy, silly, freakish steps for each movie’s song is extreme!
“to the ignorant yes, one who cannot appreciate a choreographer’s creativity, or the hard work of the dance team”
How about the fake expressions of fun, happiness, love and lust?
“the actors portray them vividly, that we fully trust!”
even after practice, rehearsals, re-dos and cuts…nothing is fully correct…
“That is human nature no one including critics are ever that per-fect”
So are you asking who am I to comically satirize?
“Well with the lengths you go to criticize…”
Oh ho we will see the when all your ex-fans fraternize!
“Too bad, too sad to see one so vehemently hate an actor’s successful rise”
Us keen movie-watchers always errors and mistakes do spy!
“Yet us movie-makers still manage to make you watch and join us in a laugh or cry”