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Outpour : A poem by Debditya Saha

 

I slammed down my laptop and started writing

                         Writing for the sake of writing.

Wondering if something good will come out

                         Wondering what it is that wants to come out.

Out of my brain, squeezed through my fingers

                         And explode on this paper as words.

Is it the tiredness I feel, slamming the laptop for the fourth time

                         Only to open it again,

Or the joy I feel that I will slam it down for one less time

                         And not have to open it again?

Or is it the confused foolish thoughts too crammed in my brain

                         Wanting to escape - and breathe and meet someone new?

Or is it the strange loneliness I feel, sitting in my chair

                         Not having shared my thoughts for long

That they have risen in a rebellion,

                         Rebelled against being crammed in my brain

Begging me to let them out

                         And show them some new.

 

The clock before me is moving

                         The way it moved the day before

And finds a companion in me

                         Who matches his routine.

Discipline they say will make you great,

                         Routine is what it requires.

Wake up at the same time, brush your teeth,

                         First breakfast then lunch then dinner

And Voila!

                         All your problems are solved.

But routine has no life in it,

                         It asks me to stare at the screen, stare for nine straight hours

For I have exams to crack,

                          Admissions to secure and people to make proud.

Perhaps perseverance is the key

                         It will help you pull through,

So I breathe deep and open it again

                         To try and persist till my mind wears out.

 

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