There is a lot of work pending. I am in between chaos right now this Saturday night and ofcourse, what I type suddenly seems just a mesh of black and white nothing more, nothing less. But in all this, I have to take time out, something like a smoke break for the soul, ...and i maximise my mini vacations on my desk, by looking up my favourite poets online.
A break, a small four line getaway, and what does not make it worse, is always a good verse. (couldn't resist that one!)
Poems, I have read in different places at different times have the same effect on me, like smells.
You can suddenly get back in time, when I get that familiar smell of old books that lie in a damp room, I am again in my red checkered uniform waiting in my school library for the next Famous Five adventure series. Or when a total stranger smells of clean sweat and smoke, I think of YOU. I read a bit of Seth, a dear friend was the proud owner of a collection of his poems..and we both would go "wah wah" on Seth, and hope he was Bisexual and not gay (don't ask). Updikian nights are another favourite when sheets of rain clothed everything, I was smug in another world.
All that is now accessible on in short spurts, small breaks...

"Sit"
Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile.
You're twenty-six, and still have some life ahead.
No need for wit; just talk vacuities,
and I'll Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead.
The world is too opaque, distressing and profound.
This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around,
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.

-Vikram Seth

Tea anyone? (Don't know why ...tea seems more appropriate than coffee, when you are appreciating poetry..strange..strange..strange.)