Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Gadfly

When I struggled
Out of the wreckage of my nightmare
On the wall was spread out
The sun
Deliciously golden, warm and edible
The crow happily cawed
As if it had found something to eat
The leaves wet with rain
Shivered with delight
At the touch of the breeze
One was just happy to be awake and alive
Quite at home with the clutter
Of a house lived in
It was almost like heaven
Before the gadfly came in

7 comments:

P. Venugopal said...

gadflies are bothersome, especially to poets. but what to do? you have used the metaphor with good effect.

Prabhakar said...

The moment before the gadfly is what matters.That is what keeps us going.

P. Venugopal said...

no. you have to be as slippery as an eel to slip out of the grabbing tentacles of an octopus. this calls of alertness, slipperiness and agility. if you can strike that levitating slippery condition, then only can you be free. don't peg youself to the moment before, because the moment before is dead. be detached like the eel.

Prabhakar said...

you mean not to store up impressions but that is how the mind works. associated thoughts like gadflies come buzzing around the moment one is conscious that one is in a state of tranquillity. i guess people like me have to be satisfied with intimations of eternity

P. Venugopal said...

sorry, Prabhakar. i was speaking about an entirely different subject. Your poem took me in a different direction. I started thinking of how one can escape the bothering gadfly.:-)

Prabhakar said...

I think I understand what you mean. To be in the moment at all times whatever you are doing. what Sachin calls being in the zone. what you hinted at in the kingfisher. what you would have experienced when you are typing out a story you like and the words fall into place.

P. Venugopal said...

exactly. being whole, whatever we are doing. we had this quality when young without our knowing it. sachin is my nephew. we have a special bond that cannot be put into words...
it is not an easy job. the octopus simile is the best one to describe our condition. we have allowed it to curl all its tentacles around us. disentangling ourselves from its tentacles one by one is a painful job. but, until we are totally free, we cannot touch the summit of creativity in anything we do.
occasionally, yes, some of us fall into the zone. but the zone is always there and the biggest challenge to being creative is whether we can stay in that zone in spite of the distractions from all sides.