There are times when i match the most powerful gods in history.
When i feel i can give shape to any moment there is, any feeling there was, will be.
Traveling at twelve in the night through Delhi’s streets,
See those guys riding on a rickety motorcycle,
One whispering who knows what secrets
In the ear of the other.
There are times when i can create the whole world
Just with these words and the silence in-between.
And then, there are times when i don’t get this power,
these nano-particles of immortality.
It is then,
that I feel i’m a beggar in the realms of men.
That is what poetry does to you.
There are no middle grounds in poetry.
That is the unending agony of my craft.
I’m a god and a beggar before that first draft.
-adee, delhi, 22/12/14
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