Why This Poem?
Why This Poem?
I gaze vacantly at the orange wall before me
It lists down the values and vision of my organization
The values that very few seem to follow here
The vision that gets changed when the leaders leave
From time to time, these get replaced by my poems as well
Whenever inspiration strikes me in the middle of my work...
I would be typing down a SQL script
To unite two tables that exist in two different databases like a UN member
And the poem would show up on the orange wall
Not like a fly, but more like a dragon
A dissected dragon to be precise
The theme, the titles, and the lines
Would be scattered all over the surface…
I would request the poem to wait till I finished the script
But it would not - It would, instead, behave like a corporate client
“Shall I visit your friend - the other poet - and offer him this?”
And I would leave my script midway,
Open an empty MS-Word document,
And start typing down all the contents in a jumbled order
Trying to make sense of it for some time
Before giving up that someone else would eventually make sense of it...
Do you get that feeling after reading a poem
That it makes very less sense
Which makes you think
That perhaps you aren’t intelligent enough for its inner meaning?
I get that thought for most of my poems
Because they never feel like creations from me
They always feel like stolen valuables from some other person -
A person more emotional and intense than me
A person is more expressive and impressive than me...
I gaze vacantly at the orange wall
As the dragon perches itself down
Breathing fire now and then to rearrange the titles
Swaying its tail now and then to reorder the lines...
I abandon my ‘Notes from the meeting’ mail to my manager
And start noting down this poem
I don’t think much of it makes sense
Or perhaps it’s my lack of intellectual maturity...
But I know this much
If I let go of this poem
The next one might not show up
Not as a fly, not as a dragon
And so here it is, and so here you are...