There are these office meetings where you have nothing much to do, many of you would surely know what I am talking about. You suppress your yawns that invariably appear as your eyes water, you fidget with your pen/pencil, or doddle away on a paper pretending that it’s your way of concentrating.
And, if you have ever been part of such meetings virtually, you know how that feels like. It only gets worse. Though you may argue that it is perhaps better as nobody’s watching and you are free to yawn or do whatever you wish. But remember, you are in isolation, limited by your laptop screen. Boredom strikes, your mind wanders, and if your name is suddenly called out when you aren’t paying attention, well then……embarrassing it is…
Now, if you happen to be in India working with a global team, it’s as torturous as it can be as most of these meetings will happen late in the evenings. A good lullaby to your half-asleep self.
Last week, during one such boring office meeting, I opened a Word doc and started scribbling. I didn’t pay much attention to what I was writing as half my mind was listening to the meeting conversations. I read what I had written later and it was yet another dark poem. Not again – I told myself. Why does this happen? I am not particularly unhappy or depressed. Rather, I’d like to believe that I am a very positive person. Sometimes, my enthusiasm about certain things in life drives my family and friends up the wall. Hence, strange that these poems become dark.
Here’s what I had written:
Rambling Mind Into the never-ending dark abyss The mind twists and turns Worries and doubts and uncertainties abound I had shut the gates, didn’t I? Creepy creatures that they are Ugly monsters that dwell in the dark The mind, restless and edgy One tiny slim ray of light, powerful and strong Shimmers, gleams, and pierces through They melt and dissolve, those creatures of the dark The light was here, right here, just yesterday I had seen it, didn’t I? Vanished today, out of sight The bright and powerful light, could it still be here? Stuck with the nasty and the noxious The mind that sometimes refuses to try!