I Am Just A Poet
Written by sushil soni at
November 5, 2009 (11:00 am)
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Loading ...He buttons up his trousers and walks
Out of the city broth. The sun has set,
Walks out across the street and steps
Into the pub, then drives back home.
Night.
Windows closed.
Doors bolted.
Cigarettes, papers, computer, pens.
Minds surges like the sea.
But there are no hounds in the city.
Just green stockings across the road.
Dabs words on pages. X’s them all.
15 sheets and one cartridge in the basket.
Men kill their cigarettes in ash-trays.
No more monuments. They live
With a statutory warning.
Black shapes, tiny, on spotless sheets:
Filled at the midnight hour.
And pencil marks and crosses,
And arrows that do not show the way.
What are the critics for?
Let them fill pages.
- Sushil Soni
b.1956. M.A. English Literature, Hindu College, Delhi University. Editor of several magazines, like DASH, Swagat, Eternal Solutions, etc. Visualiser and designer of magazines, etc. First book of verses, called Serving the Columns, published by Writers Workshop. Second book of verses, Perceptions, published this year. Paints in oils on canvas, teach yoga and meditation and into all things spiritual.
” What are the critics for?
Let them fill pages.”
“Those that can – do, those that can’t – teach, the others criticize.” – roughly, anonymous.
Gion
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sushil soni Reply:
November 10th, 2009 at 3:18 pm
@Gion Gion,
Yes, you are right.
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