Sleepless Nights don't bother me
For I keep a Paper and Pencil beneath my Pillow
Crowded Counters little annoy me
For a strewn paper come my custody
Canteen Gossips never pester me
For Poetic Thoughts befriend me
My wife's bite and my children’s fight
Make little sense in my thoughtful mind
The word boredom doesn't occur to me
Ever since I tried becoming a poet
Poeming is worse than Drinks and Drugs
I don't know whether I am alright or all left
I don't know where I drive, how I drive
Where have all the Traffic Signals gone?
God's sake I am still alive
Is this the case with you all, Dear Poets?
(03-April-2010, Chennai)
the arrengements of thoughts using the actions you see is the cornerston of the poets composing poems. read my new poem 'poets in Danger'.
'I don't know whether I am alright or all left' - Nice twist of words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes. I can totally relate to this. Once I made tea twice because in between I wanted to jot down something in my notebook. I preserve store receipts so that I can jot down ideas on the reverse while waiting to pick up my daughter from her dance class, etc.! ! ! It is undeniably an addiction without ill effects hopefully!