Lyrics on the Spur of the Moment
K. Radhakumar *
My weekend poem!
I am dry as a bone.
I am in labour for one hour now –
It comes to nothing.
Where are you?
I put blood, sweat and tears into my work.
Ah, all my blood, sweat and tears
Come to nought.
Where are you?
Suddenly I can hear my wife
Standing behind me calling,
'Can I help you, love?
It's now high summer –
Very hot and dry
But I've written a poem.
Here it is
But it's for your eyes only.
Would you like to drink apple juice?'
Do I see the arc of rainbow
In the sky of my life?
My muse or my wife?
There's no cause for confusion.
Here is my wife
A living poem
Keeping death at arm's length.
It appears she has no illusions about
The myriad problems of life.
What is a poem
But words and words and words
On a piece of paper?
And what's the use of words on a piece of paper?
Ah, love!
My poem is not words on paper.
Not mere words and phrases
Not mere images and sound.
The very blood that flows through my body
Flows through my poem;
It's a labour of love.
I've never met my muse before –
I'm now sitting
Face to face with a flesh-and-blood muse
And I no longer fumble with dry and dead words.
(For my wife, the woman who is full of life)
* Poem written by K. Radhakumar which was published at The Sangai Express
This poem was posted on August 06, 2016.
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