How many days did I take to pick this pen up!!!
Meaning to write in solitude, for company – a coffee cup
I sat intending to write something worthy
and the machine gave a mild thud, reminding me of the washed laundry.
So I began putting the clothes on line, pegs firmly attached….
minding separate spaces for socks, kerchief,vests and pants, mind still detached.
If only my poetic ideas would come out like this – neat and sorted,
my ambition to write something worthy will produce something great…..
Nothing immediate to interrupt, before I go to cook….
I marched towards the sitting room, stumbling by the nook….
Ahh! the toddler’s toys all around, waiting to be put into the basket
teddies, cars, drums, stacking blocks and coloring sets.
If only I could pick this way – the poetic ideas in one shot….
I would adorn them with rhymes, rhetoric and what not!
By the time the room looked good, it was time to toss up some food.
Veg chunks, delicate spices, clattering forks and knife
If only I could cook up some poetic ideas – with myriad flavors from life….
Well, all too tired in the night, sitting beside some gentle snores
I decided to take out time, out of my daily chores….
Poetic ideas would surely take shape – beautiful, soulful and deep…..
Firm upon my resolution, I went to sleep…….