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Procrastination and Poems

I am deep into this now. I remember when I was not into this, I was well aware of the dangers lurking therein. Still i somehow slipped in. Now the world of procrastination seems to have engulfed just every sphere of my activity.

I had passion for poetry. Used to write some nice poems. But now I keep on postponing. Still there are those moments of inspiration, but almost everytime I fail to recollect.

I look at my small notebook of poems I once composed. I feel great. I feel the solitude. The main reason I started poetry. It’s an amazing feeling. I turn the pages. Each poem better than the one on the last page. I was improving! I wonder when I will pen down similar pieces again.

As I come to the last few pages, I stop there. My last poem. My first poem in print. I remember the process of it’s creation. It was not just one day. It took me more. I was more than happy when I managed to complete it. Then I sent it to the editors. And the reply! They said “Wonderful Poem.” It was included. I was on top of the world. Now I stare at the poem in my small notebook. My longest poem. Ironically, it’s about an attitude which I completely lack these days. A fighting attitude. Some poems are meant to inspire. It must feel great when a poet learns something from his very own poem meant to inspire others. Yes, it does feel great!

Here is the poem, The Fighter, which was selected for our campus magazine called Reflections.

The Fighter

My world was dark, mess of a life,
No single place for joy to thrive,
The stunning solitude piercingly mute,
No saviour, no restitute.

Where shall I head, no place in sight,
And then there was light at the end of night.
The tide subsided, retreated the wave,
Alas! I missed the gems they gave.

I went ahead in the light so great,
Snubbing those hateful memories out straight,
My feet came to an abrupt halt,
As I stopped, the big tree called.

I looked at the tree mighty yet kind,
Braving the sun as well as the wind,
I too can be audacious, intrepid still,
I shall fight, yes, I will.

I can’t elude the miseries and torments,
Deeply woven in the fabric of life’s garment.
“Confront them, O self, and emerge smiling,
Ready to tackle the ones following.”

Beatific was I in the aura divine,
When the eternal fact reached my mind,
Sorrows, like joy, are shadows of life,
Engaging us throughout, to strive.

Why face the adversities then?
Just to armour for the next one?
And then another next, and the next still,
What’s life with such distasteful drill?

The delusion haunted me night and day,
Until I heard myself say,
“O dear self, fear mot any more,
Look at the sky, high should you soar.

“Million people walk the earth,
More than a half get unnoticed death,
Anguishingly they embrace the pyre,
Leave no trace after the fire.

“A few are epoch-making ones,
Reverberating, as generations come,
But not all can aspire to be such,
Else history loses its meaning much.

“Most of the remaining fear to bite the dust,
Craven beings, they too rot and rust.
You merit a better place, dear me,
For all battles fought courageously.

“Death, you know, is the inevitable one,
But you are content after battles won.
You belong now to those high ranks,
Who smile at death as another prank.”

  1. fighter
    August 5, 2008 at 11:22 pm

    wow! i m consumed by these lines right now…

    “..who smile at death as another prank…”
    ultimate parting shot for a meaningful poem..

    u shud write …indeed… 🙂

  2. August 6, 2008 at 11:19 am

    @fighter:

    Thanks mate! But I have reasons to discontinue it.

  3. Shivangi
    December 11, 2008 at 9:46 pm

    See ……you dont have any solid reason to discontinue writing poems…… Better do not try to hide underneath wraps of ‘shortage of time’, ‘mood’ and blah blah. Or u could just begin with your old composition from ‘that small notebook’ !

  4. October 13, 2013 at 12:46 am

    Yes! Finally someonne writs about end of procrastination.

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