In middle of the chaos, I slog
Unmindful of my mind's fog
Not caring about the needles of the clock
I go on to create ‘literature in hurry’
Even in the middle of the night
Finding right words is the big fight
The insane ambience seems friendly
I admit this candidly
I love the chaos, and I love to slog
Unmindful of my mind's fog
Not caring about the needles of the clock
I go on to create ‘literature in hurry’
Even in the middle of the night
Finding right words is the big fight
The insane ambience seems friendly
I admit this candidly
I love the chaos, and I love to slog
Wao that should be the spirit dear... chaos but a lovelebale one :-)
ReplyDeletelove this.
ReplyDeletebeautifully written! the word 'slogging' loses its negative connotation when we love the work we do, doesn't it? the sheer thrill of writing as best as we can should be the reward. everything else will come naturally--success, promotions in job, financial security etc. quality of existence is all about feeling great. a writer feels great when she writes the best she can, a singer when she sings the best she can...you must have written something really good for your paper for you to have penned this poem. am i right?
ReplyDeleteand with what eagerness we wait for the paper to arrive the next day!