The Kinetic Verse: DAY 30
29. Exercise
It is an exercise,
Writing a poem.
A word growing
Like a plant.
An image or a theme
An emotion or an event
Suggested, let afloat,
Unaddressed,
Is then attuned,
Given air,
Mostly in solitude,
And in silence,
Till the clamour
Of words subsides,
Forms and reforms
Into proximities,
Recognisable,
Like a cousin
Who never visited.
The eye roves, so does the mind;
In both, there is an event
Of becoming like never before.
But mostly, one waits,
Like a passenger on a platform
For the sound of a train
Approaching from afar.
Is that his train?
Will there be a seat?
Where is it destined?
Does it matter at all?
----Ravichandra P Chittampalli
(30 April 2026)
29. Exercise
It is an exercise,
Writing a poem.
A word growing
Like a plant.
An image or a theme
An emotion or an event
Suggested, let afloat,
Unaddressed,
Is then attuned,
Given air,
Mostly in solitude,
And in silence,
Till the clamour
Of words subsides,
Forms and reforms
Into proximities,
Recognisable,
Like a cousin
Who never visited.
The eye roves, so does the mind;
In both, there is an event
Of becoming like never before.
But mostly, one waits,
Like a passenger on a platform
For the sound of a train
Approaching from afar.
Is that his train?
Will there be a seat?
Where is it destined?
Does it matter at all?
----Ravichandra P Chittampalli
(30 April 2026)