Waiting For The Crack, Break And Splits Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

When I was a king
With the need
Or commitment
Or challenge
With notes and critiques
Of these philosophies
The whole day and night was mine
To dream
To be of ecstasy
To float
And create
These passing images
That proliferate
My whole being

But now
Committed to master
These eccentric
And epoch finders
I am a trembling student
Only anticipating
The first sound of the bell
Cracking, breaking and splitting as a lightening
The pitched dark sky
Short or long.