Its been year and a
half since I wrote a poem, here I am trying out again fascinated by the
idea of spoken word poetry. And I am writing about - what a “cyclone can teach you”….
After living so comfortable for so many years for the the first time you realize water is essential to wash your ass.
Suddenly eating and drinking become the most important activities of the day than taking bath.
You start wishing for a bright sunny day while all over the year you wish you get a holiday because of rain.
Finally you realize that the basic requirement of a mobile is to communicate and not to flirt with your gfs or bfs.
Suddenly deep from your memories your goals and dreams disappear and you only wish for whats called a “normal day”
A 250 ml water packet worth Re 1 becomes so precious than your fast-track watch which you were very proud of.
Its diwali time only when you are given power only for 3 hrs through a generator but still you could do nothing except to recharge you mobile knowing that the telephone tower is down
While writing this I understand that even the tiny droplets of wax from the candle are also beautiful.
And is after 6 pm someone tell you silence is golden they are probably lying at you.
And the only truth the cyclone has left to me is that a cyclone for two days can teach you a lot more than 2+ 2 years of engineering can…
Finally only after writing the last line I realize this is the most awkward poem I have ever written and it can’t be called as a poem.
Sorry that I did nt have immediate access to fb to share it….
written after experiencing Thane Cyclone @puducherry 3rd jan 2012
After living so comfortable for so many years for the the first time you realize water is essential to wash your ass.
Suddenly eating and drinking become the most important activities of the day than taking bath.
You start wishing for a bright sunny day while all over the year you wish you get a holiday because of rain.
Finally you realize that the basic requirement of a mobile is to communicate and not to flirt with your gfs or bfs.
Suddenly deep from your memories your goals and dreams disappear and you only wish for whats called a “normal day”
A 250 ml water packet worth Re 1 becomes so precious than your fast-track watch which you were very proud of.
Its diwali time only when you are given power only for 3 hrs through a generator but still you could do nothing except to recharge you mobile knowing that the telephone tower is down
While writing this I understand that even the tiny droplets of wax from the candle are also beautiful.
And is after 6 pm someone tell you silence is golden they are probably lying at you.
And the only truth the cyclone has left to me is that a cyclone for two days can teach you a lot more than 2+ 2 years of engineering can…
Finally only after writing the last line I realize this is the most awkward poem I have ever written and it can’t be called as a poem.
Sorry that I did nt have immediate access to fb to share it….
written after experiencing Thane Cyclone @puducherry 3rd jan 2012
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