Rude one
Strange arrivals that must speak
Someone asked me where my poetry comes from. I scratched my head. Fact is, I have no idea. So I mumbled a response about how I like finding words for inexpressible sentiments, and other mumbo-jumbo. But then I shared this - something I wrote about such arrivals a while ago…
rude one
when she comes, she arrives unannounced
uninvited and shameless
forces me to leave everything
pay no attention to anyone who needs me
forget my purpose, my goals, my schedule
but selfishly like an infant
demand every bit of my psyche,
scream for my attention
grab me and hold me tight
till she comes pouring out
like a lava that must
like an outpouring of rain
from a desperate, distended cloud
like the pressure only an earthquake can relieve
that's how she arrives on any day
no warning, no whisper, no preamble
she's here and I must get her down
this self-centered, ego maniacal one
my poem…
—reena
From my debut poetry collection: Arrivals & Departures: Journeys in Poems
How lovely, Reena! Keep on writing.
Love your poems