Just about recently, I'd learnt to read a poem and just put up a smile and tell them that it's good. Just about very recently, I did learn how to appreciate raw literature in any form - which means, I can still read that stupid poem of yours and yet appreciate it like nobody else.
And then, something terrible happened the other night. As usual, I got that little bottle of uncolored alcohol, and as you sip in, you start believing that you don't belong to the house you live in, anymore; you believe that you can fly; you believe that you can do even the impossible. That's unconsumed power waiting to burst within. O yes, you can definitely forget about the goodness of alcohol when you know you're wasted and when you don't even know where you're going to crash.
So, what I was saying is, I was drunk and not wasted, and I could see my brother Dennis Tac trying to break his head to write a poem, and do a few of those pen-sketches that are already uploaded in his Facebook Picture Gallery by now. I went upto him so that I could get a glimpse of his work. Because, you see, I always like it when I get to read his poem before the world does - gives me an amazing feeling.
O! What do I see there? The poor man has just written about a few lines, and he's stuck. Hence, I thought, why not give him a small paragraph based on those few lines he already wrote, and then let him connect it the way he wants and put those rhyming words like how Poets do. So, I wrote.
I fell in the darkest of black-holes,
I knew I had no other go,
then I knew I saw a ray of hope,
of light, a ray of unbound hope.
I thought I needed to live beyond,
So I nailed the height and climbed to the top,
and I think it was better to be in darkness,
because my illusion deceived me in obscurity.
Because the world after all is a lump of lifelessness.
I realized that the above was a poem only when I was told that it's a poem. You can imagine how cocked I was. That's when Dennis circled the entire thing with a red-pen and labelled it as 'David Tac' - he wanted to write something on his own. I know its not that great,and I don't want an appreciation on this work of mine, unnecessarily. May be because I have read the best of the best of poems of Dennis, and my friends on Facebook. But a poem is a poem. And it's my poem. And as much as I like it, I hate it too. Because, like I said, I hate poems. I literally HATE poems. And I think Shakespeare is a much more important man than a Thomas Edward Brown, or a Jean Cocteau. If I do have a soft corner for poets, it's because Musicians use them well. Infact without poets, we would have been listening to a lead guitar session or a flute session without vocals. Without Poets, we would never have a Rape me by Nirvana, A Day In the Life by the Beatles, or a Stairway to heaven by Led Zeppelin.
Oh. I almost forgot to tell this - I kept encouraging Bonita Sarah, Hydayath Hussain and Nikith Narayan to write cheerful poems. I take back those words, my fellow friends. I now know that's easier to bring a poem into a paper when you're upset, and when you're happy, you're just happy; you're just enjoying the feeling, and when you do get the time to write something about it, depression comes back in some random form again.
Until next time, folks.
Cheers.
With love and warmth.
