“Poetry is a creative talent Madhu, you will never
understand. You cannot just sit and write poetry like you write your business
report. It has to come from inspiration. If only I knew where would I get an
inspiration to write a poem, I would move to that place and never leave it,”
said Krishna looking out of the window.
“You think you will get inspired if you go to a certain
place? So stupid of you, inspiration is that idea which flashes when you see
something that connects with you, it need not be a place. It can just be a
memory of you playing along with your friends or just a hoarding which gives
you nostalgia. It can be a person who reminds of you something very dear, it
can be a piece of art which connects you to something you are missing. It can
be...”
“Whoa, take a break to breathe, will you? You are a natural
with words, have you ever tried to write down what you felt? You can be a great
poet you know,” said Krishna and suddenly his eyes light up.
“Waaw, it is a superb one, I just got an idea to write a
poem. Thank you, so much dear Madhu. Seems like you were right, inspiration is
not a place, it is just an event waiting to unfold. In my case, you unfolded it
for me. How could I ever thank you enough?” he held her hand tightly and kissed
her fingers lightly.
“Thank me later, I gotta hurry, have a client meeting to
attend in 20 minutes and there is no clue of the cab I booked. Catch you in the
evening then. Good day and good luck with your poetry today,” she blew him a
kiss and hurried down to call the cab driver.
Krishna sat there remembering the words Madhu had just said.
Writing down feelings was the best idea. Until today he was always writing
poetry on what the other person would feel, or how a non-living thing would
react if it had feelings for everything.
Today while talking to Madhu he suddenly felt the urge to
write down his own feelings. The only person who could evoke feelings in him
was Madhu. He could not stop thinking about her. He started pouring out his
feelings towards Madhu.
The tempest in me has begun to gain strength,
From your enlightening words that you spoke at length.
The feelings of a poet seem like water gushing down the
stream,
I try to give it some direction, a sense of purpose and make
it a reality of my dream.
The little home that we assume is but a mirage in a desert.
Inspiration comes in many ways and never attained when we
ferret.
I feel the joy, I feel the pain, and something that can
never be explained.
And all this my love is what you evoke, the emotions in me
fanned and flared.
To the highest potential, you drive me to achieve,
Scale the mountains of my dreams and never ever to grieve.
Your companionship gives meaning to my life
You are my dream come true, and a force that makes me whole
and alive.
