I spent my Saturday in leisure and love. I read some old poetry while munching on biscuits with tea during early afternoon. It felt quite English, frankly. And really good. Only that I was sitting in my room beside the window and not on some freshly mowed green lawn basking under the sun. Even if I did have the imagination then, my mother’s incessant calls would have brought me back to my apartment environs anyway. So I was indulging myself completely today; it is rare that I find my weekends without activities to do and I was determined to make the most of it.
My tryst with poetry began during my engineering first year. But it has been an on-and-off relationship since I started working. But I definitely like to enjoy large doses of poetry all at once. It fills me up with emotions galore, and I feel quite alive.
I was reading some of Vikram Seth’s works today and there are two poems that I felt I should share with you all. They are crisply written and capture a lot in just a few words.
Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You’re twenty-six, and still have some of life ahead.
No need for wits; just talk vacuities, and I’ll
Reciprocate in kind or laugh at you instead.
The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
This twenty minutes’ rendevous will make my day:
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.
Time ZonesI willed my love to dream of me last night, that we might lieat peace, if not beneath a single sheet, under one sky.I dreamed of her but she could not alas humour my will;it stuck me suddenly that where she was was daylight still.
The second poem has a small story behind it. But the story is for some other post. As for now, I will put up a few lines that a dear friend thought as an appropriate response to the above lines:
We did dwell under the same sky; and while I dreamt with closed eyes,
She thought of me; in the cubicle, the mall and the kitchen, I surmise.