It was just one of those days when I was at my unproductive best, just waiting for an onslaught of thoughts to enter my mind. I was waiting for the right words to express my restlessness, my anxiety, the emotional turmoil inside of me. I just prayed for some sense to make sense of the happenings around. And just then, it poured, and this was the result.
There are some thoughts I'd rather not pen
For some people beyond my ken;
But when they come within my reach
They forget my love and begin to preach.
There are some words that I'd rather not utter
But not doing so makes my mind cluttered;
And when to free my mind I go to the beach
I meet some people who love to preach.
There are some places I'd rather not go
But it is hard to go against the flow;
And when I feel I am at peace
Someone comes down and begins to preach.
There are some people I'd rather not meet
Some others I'd not even greet;
And in their absence when I jump with glee,
The wet blankets return and begin to preach.
There are some songs I'd rather not hear
Stow away the books I don't revere;
And with their help when I wish to get some sleep
Morning comes calling, ever ready to preach.
The places I go, the people I meet
My thoughts that find a place on empty sheets;
Nothing would have been the same I feel,
If I hadn't met people who love to preach…
From HT Brunch, July 8
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