By Rajnish Mishra
I tried to stay away, from poetry,
write not in verse but prose.
Four months I managed to stay cleansed
of verse, four months exactly,
not a day more, nor less.
Then it happened,
the form at least.
I know now that I can’t choose it,
it chooses me.
I write,
I live.
It’s not easy: to live, to write
and then, I need at least one
good thing to live on.
Poetry, I say, is as harmless
as any other addiction,
its price, one life.
Rajnish Mishra is a poet, writer, translator and blogger born and brought up in Varanasi, India and now in exile from his city. His work originates at the point of intersection between his psyche and his city. He edits PPP Ezine.
