Haha!! This is the joke of the millennium. I’ve been asked by a friend to write poetry!!! I patiently tried to explain to her that I’m NOT at all a poetic soul. I enjoy reading them and often occasionally comment on them (provided that doesn’t sound too smart-ass)..but I can’t compose them. Ask some of my closest friends to testify that.

Well, there was a time though, when I had scribbled pages and pages of poem, mostly in Bengali and a few in English. That was probably when I was in class four or five. I was severely bitten by the poetry bug. You can call it a phase which will never come back. After that, nothing sensible came out of my mind in poetic verses.I'm an incurable romantic( though others will tell you the opposite..not that I blame them), but I can't write poetry.

Sometime back, I did try my hand at writing one. And I came out with a four page long ramblings. The inspiration was incessant rain,coupled by a momentary lapse of the brain's functionality(..I got stuck with a co-ordinate geometry problem and was really frustrated). I made two of my closest friends read it. They stared at me, appalled. I still have no idea why. Maybe it was so uncharacteristic of me to write a love-poem!! Or maybe it was bad…real freaking bad. And they're sought-after poets, in their own rights.

I will post it soon. It’s in a diary which a friend has taken with him to his hostel once I get it back, I will make you all read it and wonder just how much trash can someone write and even have the audacity to even call it poetry!!

But then, I wrote…and therein lies my satisfaction, however unjustified. :-))