Poetry and Life

Is it really fixed
That I've moved that far away
And continually I'll be moving till I breathe last
And I'll find certainly, that
I have reached at passionate point in my life.
Which point it would be?
With which passion at what degree?

Is it really unpredictable?
If it isn't predictable
Then what is the meaning
Of creating meaningful passion.

It's really a meaningful thing
To create a meaningful passion.
Isn't it?
It's not really special to be at roof
But it's really special to be ordinarily inside a dark room with brightness of your own
But which kind of ordinariness?
Which kind of speciality?

If it's that...
Then each and every word
Just becomes a jargon
Just becomes a terminology
Which needs a lot of interpretations to go on
To describe on
To be explained in different plains
In different moods
In different dark spots.

I may speak for a long time
That's what I have,
I do have only words,
The fragrant words
The speaking words
The empty words.
I do have words only
And I create poetry out of those words.

Does poetry seek me out?
Yes , Poetry seeks me out
And poetry seeks words from me.
We need words to speak out
And here it becomes poetry
We'll decorate ourselves
We'll go on ourselves with our own breeze..

Where is the bird
Where is the sky
We need lots of things
We need a space to fly.

D.B. 'Anpadh'
(Interviewed & recorded by a fellow scholar)
April/30/2019