I Wish...

For most of the past one year, after Covid hit India and I was confined at home, I felt a strange urge to write poetry, even as I continued blogging and writing other prose pieces. I say "strange", because I've always been less drawn to poetry than prose, and consequently have also read far less of it. But I pine for economy now - sparse words, bare image, silence. I can't bear to read voluminous books, watch long films, or sit through elaborate discussions these days. Exhaustion may be one reason for it; the desire for a clutter-free existence, another. I want to get rid of all clutter and just concentrate on essentials. What you see below is not a poem, but an articulation of the desire to write poetry (among other things... all of which I have no talent for)! I just wanted to make a short post of this desire this month... ***** I WISH I wish I were a poet Condensing feelings into neat little lines That flow spontaneously down Like a stream. I wish I were a painter