I wanna hold your hand

I can’t remember how many times I’ve had this conversation with now almost everyone in this world. Trying to explain why The Beatles is the best band ever. And most of the times, I’ve been successful, but there are few times when they just don’t get it. It’s not about the music, it’s about how that music makes you feel like. It’s not about a dream, it’s about dreaming together and making it a reality. It’s about love, peace and little innocent and necessary things in life that everyone can relate to. It’s about making those things eternal. It’s about appreciating that we are alive.

Things like, “I wanna hold your hand”, “All you need is love”, “Let it be”, “Imagine”.

Simple. Innocent. Beautiful.

I found this simple reasoning that explains why The Beatles made it so big. And it strikes home.

“You know the reason The Beatles made it so big?…’I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ First single. Fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That’s what everyone wants. Not 24/7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche…or a million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can’t hide. Every single successful song of the past fifty years can be traced back to ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand.’ And every single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding.”
David Levithan, Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist

I don’t want to be a pilot

(this is a fictional account of a kid in Middle-East Asia suffering the drone attacks from the US)


i did my homework
for the day,
can I now go out
and play?

dad doesn’t let me
run on the streets,
i miss those games
and all my fleet

there’s a bad bird
he once told me about,
who flies in the sky
and makes everyone shout

i never see the bird
all it looks like
is a plane,
i wanted to fly one
until one day
when i saw someone in pain

he asked me to run
to hide myself
he never told me why,
but whenever i see
the plane again
it reminds me of your agonizing cry

did it also hurt you?
dad never told me
did you ask him not to tell?
i wish you could answer
or even read this letter
i want to show you i learned how to spell

i’ll come back soon
and visit your grave
and like i promised, stay away from the riots,
it’s time to sleep
and pray for peace
and i promise i’ll never be a pilot