This poem is divided into two parts. The first one I dedicate to someone very special. The second is inspired by this song from Four More Shots Please which is like the desi version of Sex and the city. I’ve not yet watched it. But it seems like a fun show. It’s definitely on my list especially since it’s highly recommended by this one {MMB}! It’s about four friends, two of whom are in their 20s and the other two are in their 30s. One’s bisexual, another’s a divorced mum. And I’m unsure about the deal with the other two. If you notice, the setup is pretty much Bombay. For such a layout, it could also be Delhi, Pune or even Bangalore. But, there’s no way this is remotely possible elsewhere in India. I am very intrigued and really want to watch this series.
Like all my music-inspired poems, I suggest playing the song in the background as you read; it elevates the experience!
I Don’t Do Love Anymore – poem by Ruelha
When you've barely shared a few chuckles Had immense respect for each other, but been subtle Then one fine day, out of the blue You decide to take a trip, just the two Before we hit the road, my first stayover After a dozen years that seemed like forever You know your'e in good company When driving few hours feels like minutes only You know you've found your twin When throughout it feels like your own playlist it's been If 75% of your songs match This one's quite the catch And about that remaining twenty five You keep adding to your list through the drive Tell me, what are the odds? You'll both like wine And with the same things to dine You know this friendship is gonna last forever Because we're birds of the same feather! This is the song I borrowed From Four More Shots Please, an episode And from my playlist 'Tera Ghaata' was my return gift! Now this song is stuck in my head Even replaced my last ringtone instead And almost each and every song that played in the car I had already written a poem about, we're that similar Sure, we do have a few differences But even our choice of colours and other preferences They're all a perfect match This one's quite the catch! I just know There's so much more fun in store This is just the beginning Of a beautiful friendship that's blossoming You know this friendship is gonna last forever Because we're birds of the same feather!
I know this place so well Within these fantasy walls I did dwell I've definitely been here before I wish I could use more candour But, now I've got rules And you may think it's cruel Even still, I don't do love anymore I ain't going back to that candy store You're really hard to ignore And it's tempting me to encore But I've stood right here before And everything withing me, it tore Now I've made these rules I know love is just for fools So I don't do love anymore And I don't expect a forevermore I've been right here before And back then, I firmly swore Just like a feather, I'll land Never rooted in the sand I should have already walked out the door I've got one foot outside, but one's still here But, I've still got my rules You're only meant to be a tool Love is just for fools I ain't breaking my rules Living alone makes me happy I can do anything and live carefree So I don't do love anymore Can't have my heart stomped on the floor No, I don't do love anymore I just can't do love anymore
- RUELHA www.ruelha.com © Copyright Protected. All Rights Reserved
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Lyrics of I Don’t Do Love Anymore by Medha Sahi and Mickey McCleary
I've been here before And my heart was left upon the floor I made my rules Love is just for fools I don't do love anymore You're hard to ignore I really should be walking out the door I made my rules Love is just for fools I don't do love anymore I made my rules Love is just for fools I don't do love anymore The winding road Leads me all alone This feather's gonna land Whereever the wind has blown And I know you are the best that I have known But I don't do love anymore I've been here before And my heart was left upon the floor I made my rules Love is just for fools I don't do love anymore I made my rules Love is just for fools I don't do love anymore
Inhale Peace; Exhale Love. Joy will Follow! - RUELHA 
Wow What A Refreshing Road Trip
Rue You Look So Peaceful There
Looking Over Your Indian
River Bridge True
With A Very Pensive
Look Indeed Distant
Yet Close Within Deep
to Who You And Just Who You Are…
Oh Lord The Video Was So Sad it Reminds
Me of What Some of my FRiEnDS Are going through
Love is So Very Hard to Find These Days When It’s All
About Images and Swiping Left and Right Where Life Really
Does Become a Meet Market At the Meat Market Well Anyway
The Film You Shared Was a Bit Funny as the Lady Doing Ballet
Looks Just As Hilarious as i Did When i First Started Dancing in
Public Arms Flailing All Around With No Reason Hehe Little Rhythm
And Certainly No Rhyme
At First Yet i’ve
Surely Advanced
Hehe As the Customer
Service Representative
At the Local Super Walmart
Asked What Studio Do You
Two Do Ballroom Dance at
(Assuming Katrina Dances
As She Surely Has the Form
For Dancing With The Stars And
i Do Not
Physically in
Form Yet the
Essence is Finally
Graceful NoW in Balance
Truly My Whole Aim Essence Indeed)
And True Rue Most Sadly These Days Men
Do Not Really Understand How to Be Romantic
As It’s More About the Game Score Than The Hot Chocolate
Holding Hands Shared Under Warm Blankets at Home Coming Games This way
Anyway Yes During The Entire Video Strangely Another Tune Was playing Going
To the Comments Section That Was the First Comment Someone Else made too
That So Ironically
“Can’t Help Falling
In Love” So Much
Mirrors the Music
of “I Don’t Do Love Anymore”
As Sadly Quite Frankly (Fredly) The Overall
Status of the Genders is War Against Each Other
Yet of Course There is Karma to Pay When Humans Live
Out of Balance And Rape And Pillage And Yes Kill 1 Out of
8 Species of Animals And Plants in the Coming Decades Indeed
The ‘Sins of the Fathers’ Fall On the Loves of the Sons And Daughters
Where True Rue “i Can’t Stop Falling In Love” Is Replaced By “I don’t Do Love
Anymore”
And
Yes it
Seems
Like
‘Elvis’ is Really Dead…
Yet Wait! Alas A Lad
THere is Poetry to
BRinG Love Back
And Humanity too
From the Brink of
Extinction Too Never
Doubt the Power of the
Word When Words Become Soul
And Dance And Song Becomes Breath
Yes off Course Inhaling Peace Exhaling Love Again
And This Go Around RiSinG iN LoVE FoR Real Now
As ‘The Good Stuff’ Finally Returns for Real For All to Breathe…
Yawn… God Yes…
Resurrecting ‘Elvis’
Just Another ‘Day in
The Life’ of RiSinG Stone
Statue Busts out of Burial
Grounds of the Cover of “Sgt.
Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band”
(By The Beatles Such A Famous Album Cover)
For Those Now Who Breathe Art Do Get To Stay…
Stone Bust Statue Long Head SoaKinG Up All ‘The Band Members’…
Trivia Note: My Cousin, Son of my Father’s Identical Twin Brother Plays
Elvis In Beach Bars on the Emerald Gulf Coast For Decades Now Yes Elvis Lives…
And ‘Kilroy
Was Here” With
“Mr. Roboto” too By ‘Styx’
As the Last Straw Man Is When
Human’s Automate Love to Die Living Young…
i Feel Pretty (VERY) Lucky to Have a ‘Flesh and Blood’ Wife…:)
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Hey Fred,
I couldn’t agree more! Elvis is literally dead! Romance and true intimacy are dead. Companionship and reciprocating is dead. This song really does remind everyone of his ‘ Can’t help falling in love’. Yet it is so contradictory! Times change; the world changes. People change and …just like you said, everyone’s just keeping score! Btw, I really liked your analysis of my pic. I believe that is my usual frame of mind. 🙂 And yes, you are one lucky ducky ….to have an awesome wife in flesh and blood. With the swiping and chatting generation, it’s a thing of the past! Have a lovely week…
Very Pensive
Indeed Distant
Yet Close Within Deep
to Who You And Just Who You Are…
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Thanks Rue i’m
Often Pensive too
Guess That
Comes With
my Really Big
Fredenstein
Forehead too…
Say A Prayer For
Wonder Woman
Wife She is Dealing
With Some Unremitting
Shoulder Pain With
Rehab
Therapy
For That And
Lord Knows Gonna
Have to Get A Crown
From Halloween
Chomping Down
And Chipping
A Molar
Tooth
Guess i
Should Feel
Royal By Now
Got A Crown From
A Birthday Dinner This
Year Chomping
On A Fried Oyster
Shell too Yep
“Things
Fall Apart”
Yet As Long
As We Have Love
We Keep The
Greatest
Gift Indeed
Christmas
Year Round my FRiEnD
True Royals Indeed 👑 🕊
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Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
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Thank you so much for sharing my poem, Ned. 🙂
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Lovely poem Rue 💖
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Thank you so much for appreciating, Vgeorg 🙂
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Nice, this trip is a new experience, a joyride.
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Life is a joyride! 😉 What say, David?
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Wow what a beautiful scenery
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It was….very serene and beautiful indeed. 🙂
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=)
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