मेरे घर का पौधा मुझसे कहता.......

Sigh, sometimes.... most times.... okay, nearly every time it happens. I feel like writing and I get distracted. It is always easier to blame the external forces but it my own fear, my inhibitions, my laziness and indiscipline that come in the way of my getting any writing done. This one is mostly on the external distractions that like I said are easier to blame.

What do you do?

What do you do?

When words are trying to make their

way out, trying to say something

at the wrong time, when you are in the shower

scrubbing yourself clean of yesterday.

Or when your notepad and pen are in another

room, or when the children have a crazy demand

or an unresolved fight,

or you are thanklessly

engaged in a familiar familial need.

When the words compete against the pinging phone

and a choice has to be made  
whether to savor this moment of visit or       

to fling the words

in the bed of your soul

in the hope of something worthy growing someday

and answer the phone,

rote and routine

smiling thereafter,

thinking there will always be another day.

Because once you have discovered poetry

it does jostle your very soul

asking you to write some more

to keep looking for answers

or keep content that at least the

questions are coming your way.