It is basically from an old poem
that I wrote in ‘different and sometime overlapping’ units in August 2014. For
the day-7 requirement of Writing 201, linked with my WordPress blog, I have reworked and rewritten it – with modifications –
and with ramifications :).
I chose to do so because I found it close to what I wanted to do when the mail
about this assignment dropped in my mailbox. Here it is:
(And on a day, when you are
overworked, it proved more ‘thought-engaging’ than writing a new one
altogether. :))
THERE IS THIS STREET THAT I MEET EVERY DAY..
There is this street that I meet every
day,
Walking along its passage,
talking within
But I don’t look back at its
corner on my way
As I am aware of so far, as I
have seen
I know its life as felt in my many
10 minutes
It’s, like life, is full of life,
striking a chord within
There will be something in those
10 minutes
To know about but not the thing
that I have seen
While passing through the street
of my routine
I find the point to go within
because there is more
The life in 10 minutes, scattered
across, umpteen
Randomly stacked with identities
on my daily chore
Every other day of its mundane
life is a screen
That prevents me to look back at
its encore
Pushing me to become we to look
at its sheen
A canvas so vibrant, a view panoramic
at its fore
I don’t look back at its corner because
I know
There is this street that offers
to open up to me
Every day, going beyond the
horizon to grow
Much more, seeking me, seeking when
I am free
The street calls me regularly saying
a new hello
Asking me to go past, to see what
I need to see
Teaching me how varied and how
parallel can it go
Telling me how different and how
routine days can be
From its shades to its elements the
very next day
It’s a kaleidoscope waiting for
me when the street calls
I know I have to be earnest with
the way I sway
To know what I learnt today, to
see where it falls
To realize life’s one more
existence on this today
On this journey of togetherness
that mutually enthralls
On that errand of indifference
and selfishness that way
Sometimes, a day of
meaninglessness is all in my halls
There is this street while on
itinerary to somewhere
Consciously reading the
juxtaposed formations of its being
We converse but the exchanges are
silent and are in clear
The understanding demands no interference
annoying
And respect for independent
existences in our sphere
Yes, the street does indeed
extend invitation assuaging
But we both know the restriction it
may bring in its rear