Emerging from Hibernation
Sometimes for days at a stretchI go around like a Zombie.
Things happen around me,
As if they're happening to someone else,
World goes on round me,
As if it's not my world...
And I am just lost in my own world.
But in my mind goes on
Turmoil of sorts;
My thoughts race at top speed and
Vie with each other
To gather a place in the forefront
of my consciousness:
Some are hazy, some premature,
Some are jumbled up.
Some even are like juvenile delinquents.
Some die a premature death,
Some join hands with others
to become a part of a whole concept.
But some persist and persevere,
Gain strength to become
An obsession of sorts;
They mature from a tender seed
and take root
in the gyri and insuli of my brain
to become an idea, a vision
Take me into their grip and
Don't leave me at all
Till I am compelled to
put them down with my broken quill,
on yellowing parchment-
figments of my imagination in black ink-
And they call it poetry...
I do not really know,
What it is...
Does my mind hibernate?
And comes out renewed, refreshed...
Or is it in a state or intellectual slumber,
Necessary is some rest...
But I just love it, because
Sometimes when I emerge
From the deep sea of thought
I have in my hand a precious pearl of sorts...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2006-05-30 at 13:48
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