PHILOMEL CANTUS

2016 September 20, 1:10 pm I decided that this was the day... I didn't have the courage.... But I had to get it off my heart... I never thought this would happen to me. Love... A passing fancy. That's all it was for me. Until now... Until she...  I don't remember the first time I saw her. I don't know how or when or why I liked her. Its been over three months now. I would look at her while I pass her by. After some days, she began to notice. Then her friends began to notice. They began to smile at me like I was some Joker who was to be their entertainment. But I never cared about what they thought.  So,  I would stand there all day Like a monkey carved in clay. My eyes tilted sideways, To see her drift across my place. She was atleast 2 years elder than I was. It was not Practical in any way. But I couldn't stop. Because there was a gleam of approval in her eyes. I don't think she liked me. No. How can she ever like a Stupid...

Why do people write poetry...? We all know that mankind has always felt the need to express their emotions, thoughts, ideas and fancies. That's why we have such a vast lore of literature across the world. But why poetry...? I think nothing works better than prose in self-expression. Then why complicate things by deviating from ordinary language...? Maybe its because we don't have a choice. Sometimes we write excellent poetry. Sometimes when we try to do the same we fail and would wonder whether it was we who wrote the former. It is like we are stumbling upon poetry. A more proper usage would be- 'Poetry happens to us '. I always say to my friends: "It is not I who writes poetry, but poetry is written upon me. I just copy that to paper". It is like a superior force of nature is guiding us through this task. Religious people call it Divine Inspiration. People like me are not ashamed to admit that we really don't have a clue about wh...