hmm ..maybe i should pin down my poetry ( I was a great poetess once, yes your right, in my mind :) )....so this is how it went down ( in history....:(( )..its kind of dark...I remember a few excerpts....

Be it luscious red, cool blue or sensational yellow
darkness engulfs all these
Isn't it very mean

As the darkness becomes bright the sky is lit with starry nights
It is as if they are here to play
For here they come and go....did u see?

I contemplated whether I should ask my dad to fish out my full length poetry from my memory box (the drawer of my table, languishing in the balcony, holding up my memories as they lay withered and old, like the table). But! what if dad rummaging through my drawer came across my old 'hidden' secrets-old love letters, secret crushes ,cards, my diary of dreams and a unfired bullet! Yes! I have an unfired bullet in my 'treasure drawer' and had this crazy notion as a child that on one of the sweltering summer afternoons , if I kept my bullet locked up in the drawer long enough , it would generate enough combustion to fire itself! It would come whistling through the desk, shattering the wood and ripping my rooftop, before flying into its new found freedom! But Alas!!! it never happened. I decided it was not worth leaking out the secrets to dad, so I am satisfied by the tibits of verses I have here.

I wrote this poetry when I was in 9 the grade, it felt kind of weird to discover so early how dark and profound a mind can be. I shuddered at the thought of turning into a dark, deep, mysterious, adult. How did I find so much solace in darkness? Where did I find the inspiration? As I sat on the stool in the balcony, penning down my feelings, that day, all I could see was darkness ahead and around me. As I gazed up , it was surprising to realize that the stars shone more brightly and brilliantly ,like tiny droplets of diamonds , when there is complete darkness around them Maybe it meant to be a sign of inspiration , hope (maybe i was turning a lunatic!). As I sat ruminating, coming in terms of my new found darkness, there suddenly was a blast and flickering of lights , one by one I saw the lights pop out in the houses in front of me....Yes it was one of those nights ( not so rare nowadays)when there was no electricity in the neighborhood and yes I had found inspiration there, in the lack of something. I gazed up for the last time that night, before turning indoors to watch my favorite tv show( Oh no! we did not have saas-bahu operas that time), my diamonds had lost some of their clarity.

Looking back, I wonder if I had stayed back and with the current situation, ( MSEB knocking out our daylights everyday) had I had the talent and opportunity to become a poetess? Alas! I already lost it!