From bad to verse

Those who read between the lines know best where to draw the line too. [Photo by Anne Nygård on Unsplash]

Nothing is off limits on this blog and over the years, several topics—some seemingly touchy and others blunt as a fork—have been addressed with aplomb, not necessarily with grace. This has been the case because I know exactly when to hide behind the phalanx of humour and when to prostrate under the vehicle of laziness. Yet, it can be said with utmost shame that I don’t share my continuous tryst with poetry anymore. At least not as frequently as I once used to do here. In fact, of late, it can be safely asserted that I’ve turned my back on poetry in literary form. 

So much so I am no longer that artsy-fartsy fellow who used to take screenshots of beautiful pieces of poetry on Tumblr (earlier) and Instagram (later). With the passage of time, I started realizing that poetry can’t stay limited to words and thoughts and the pregnant pauses in between. There has to be much more to it. The universe is so vast and the possibilities are so endless that expecting literature to carry the burden of poetry is too much to ask for.