Doesn't need a sonnet

This too is not a sonnet – this evening

of discourse, maybe discourse is too grand –

a lesser word, of slightly muted ring

would fit better.  This isn’t a last stand,

some philosophical debate we must

engage in and prove this point or that,

a blazing issue raising heat and dust,

not even a pointless, desultory chat

about mundane non-events. It’s just your

cup, rimmed in myriad coffee stains, near mine,

sudden headlights swiped across walls and floor,

a yodelling cat at eight, the news at nine.

The warmth of your breath in rooms, a measured

pulse in my space.  Needs no sonnets or words.



Okay, mouse-potato happy-whingy self back on the red couch writing love poetry with brand new non-crisis on hands. I have never mastered the art of the smartphone blogging, or for that matter any of that interface, the teeny-tiny screen/keypad is hard on my feeble eyesight. So when my computer broke down last week, my heart sank to my ankles (it normally resides at the level of my knees. When it's not flailing around in my throat, that is.)  

This is an extra busy time, there's the upcoming Write...Edit...Publish... Halloween Octoberfest in a couple of days, (check out the link and sign up if you haven't already), and I am bang in the middle of online courses as well, where I have fallen inexorably behind because of my unscheduled travel to Kolkata and all that palaver. Apart from the dismay at the disruption in contact with family and friends which assumes unwarranted importance when you live far away from them.  Not a happy bunny, as you can imagine....

But then necessity is the mother of turning every last stone.  I took out and dusted off my ancient behemoth which got damaged in transit from Cairo two years ago. I never got around to disposing it, mainly because I didn't manage to pick out all the files I want saved from it, yeah, I'm lazy like that. One half of that laptop is kind of clinging onto the other half by one single wire, so I didn't have much hope - but hey! it still works! It weighs as much as a baby elephant, and its speed is just as ponderous as a full grown one, but it works. There's a silver lining to everything - even laziness, poor housekeeping and electronic clutter. Life lesson in there somewhere.