I believe I can justifiably say that, for I’ve been missing from this blog for the longest time – over a 100 days, WordPress tells me. During this, boy has a lot happened, most of which I wanted to write about here. But for reasons best known to Reason, I couldn’t. And then, suddenly, I couldn’t write at all. I wouldn’t call it any writer’s block, for the way I understand, that is when you at least have a will pushing you to write. In my case, I was blank – no ideas, no desire to write.
This morning, though, something just clicked. I’ve no clue why or how it happened, only glad that it did. Inspiration came, and as is usually its habit, at a place and from a source least expected.
It is a distinctly Bombay experience, the local trains. These days, I travel by two daily to reach the place of my internship at Andheri, changing at Vadala Road. So why am I boring you with the details? Because as I approached the latter, across the barricade that separates the first class from the women’s coach, I spotted this woman. Her expression I can’t describe – which is exactly how I believe it should be between Man and Woman – and stood staring outside the wide gates. As is usual in such cases, I’ve no clue to her identity, nor what she was seeing or thinking. But looking at her, and wondering what gave her the expression that she carried, somewhere Coelho’s divine Word decided to descend once again on my being.
And do I feel happy.
Here’s the poem this episode spawned. As always, I await your reactions.
There She Stands
There she stands,
Her eyes vilified by wisdom,
A longing, a seeking resides in them,
She stands staring at the imminent.
Clouds pregnant with a million hopes,
Of renewed life, a new song, perhaps a holiday,
Around her breathes Life,
She stands staring at the dark, endless sky.
The train chugs along, bound to its path,
Each day, the same stations, the same stories,
Millions travelling to the same destination,
She stands staring at the homeless beggar-girl.
The terminal approaches, and the coach ferments,
For the world awaits its foot soldiers to report on duty,
She’s the last one off the coach, and as the herd rushes,
There she stands.