Five Years On

It has actually been a little more than five years since I last wrote a poem or story. Is it unfortunate or just the spring hiding under the sheet of snow, I don't know. Perhaps I should have written. Written something. Like I always did. It didn't have to make sense. Nothing I ever wrote, ever did. But at least I wouldn't forget words.

Yeah...words seem to be slipping away. It's odd, like some kind of a language schizophrenic thingy or something or selective amnesia for words in general. I mean, FIVE years is a lot to bridge. Coming to think of it, it has been nearly the same time that I've started to meditate. God, I hope there is no connection between the two. Language of the soul shouldn't necessarily do away with language of the intellect.

I never remember words well enough to string them together. It's a frustrating experience. It's almost like a part of my brain refuses to stay on its toes. I don't like it, so off late I've been trying get back on my feet.

I forced myself to write a short poem the other day. And I noticed that it was quite different to what I used to write before. Earlier, all things inanimate and imaginary were personified in my own mindspace so much so that others who read it would often be totally clueless about the poem and think that I am either absolutely nuts or amazingly talented. Which is why I wonder, is this one too dry? Does it lack life?

Though, I hope it helps me remember words again.

Windstruck

The wind swept the fields clean,

As she raced over the land.

But somehow missed taking with her,

A seed in a rooted hand.

It lay alone, no friend no foe.

It seemed like such a pity.

But the sun god cherished,

While the raindrops nourished,

And the gentle breeze whispered a ditty.

It drank with hunger and lapped the drops,

That pierced the parched red earth.

Eager to stretch and touch the sky,

It was ready to now take birth.

A few more days and it finally emerged,

A fresh and tender green sprout.

But if only it could save itself from the wind,

On her wayward turn about....