(Pseudo-Rap) Ring Around The Roses — Wedding Tribute version

This is per­haps the first time I’ve tried to seri­ous­ly write a rap. There are two ver­sions of this pseu­do-rap, this one being the first. I wrote this as a wed­ding present Mayur and his wife Akshatha, but didn’t get the chance to per­form it for them (this piece is best expe­ri­enced per­formed, not read). The sec­ond ver­sion is a per­son­al one, but I’ll upload that some oth­er time. 🙂


 

 

Let’s make a ring around the ros­es,
Like lit­er­al­ly, a RING around the ros­es,
Coz no amount of pros­es can beat like beats
Of the heart on hot-seats, uncer­tain like a smile that clos­es,
While your feel­ings make awk­ward pos­es,
Slipping under people’s noses.
But your real smile (CLICK)
Is what your self­ie knows is.

So. Take it slow.
You’ve got a whole life for that, ya know,
And things take time to grow.… ya know.
When eyes make like the win­dows
They wel­come the inflow
Of the soul that nev­er fails to show
That the aper­ture is too low,
Just so you know,
That we are TOO VAST to be cap­tured in a CLICK.
And we are TOO FAST for the rap­ture to PICK
A way to make some­one feel loved,
Coz our spir­it nev­er stops to rove,
Fooling our­selves above the pain,
Fueling what feels good below the rain,
And if some­times we feel like we’re high on a plane,
It’s ‘coz some­times a kiss… is like cocaine.

Okay, those lines were lame,
But you get it all the same,
That none of us can tame this flame.
But if your romance was a movie
It would hit box-office crit­i­cal-acclaim!
And your chem­istry is so mys­te­ri­ous,
We need a whole new sci­ence in your name!
And no, not like those heart­break­ing astro­nauts,
Who brag, “I’ll get you the moon!”

Instead let’s put a ring around the moon.
A tele­scop­ic ring around the moon.
Who needs a hot-air bal­loon,
When the sky can be your lagoon?
If it makes you smile every after­noon,
He’ll be the decaf on behalf of your spoon.
But that med­i­cine won’t make you immune,
When a cou­ple is hot­ter than a desert dune,
And if I were bein’ true, that the spark between you
Might start fire­works in a fes­ti­val of your arms.

So, let me explain what I mean.
It’s like a ring under the sheen,
It’s like a King around his Queen,
It’s like an astro­nom­i­cal force unseen,
It’s like a Love-Making Machine,
That spices up roman­tic cui­sine,
And still leaves the tang of a tan­ger­ine,
Some call it dis­ease, I call it vac­cine,
A cupid’s arrow shot with keen eye,
Right in the bull’s eye paint­ed here,
And each time someone’s been keep­ing scores,

Not the Axe-Effect kind of score, and
Not the Majestic Messi kind of score, but…

The scores, as many as the stars in the sky,
As many as the sands of the beach,
The scores of ways we com­mu­ni­cate
Before we learned about speech.
The scores of untanned inno­cent hap­pi­ness
That we’ve only begun to sprin­kle and teach,
And the scores of reli­gious Cultural Warriors
Who nev­er real­ly prac­ticed what they preach,
Even though scores of expres­sions of LOVE
Comes from the ancient shores divine
Because these scores of bub­bling LOVE
Is what gives the world its spine,
It’s the scores of times we’ve saved the world
By bon­ing beyond bor­ders, with sports and rhyme,
These scores of breath still pass in pon­der­ing,
“Will you be my Partner in Crime?”

Because our def­i­n­i­tions change
When LOVE turns “I” into “We”,
Like it turns “Two” into “Three”,
And “Heal” into “Healthy”,
And “Sea” into “Season”,
And “Om Nom Nom” into “Nominee”,
And… sure, it also turns “Ban” into “Banshee”, but

You are Youthful.
You are Fruitful.
You are Truthful.
You used to B.U.T. But,
Now you’re B.U.T.Ful.

So let’s put a ring around this fin­ger,
And light a can­dle where you dine,
The emo­tions you express with a kiss
Is the same hue as the blush of your wine.
And hell yeah, with a hand in hand,
You can dance with rhythms inter­twined.

Coz I got­ta tell ya. You and you?
You make each oth­er look
Just fine.

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