It only gets verse

There are some days that bring back long forgotten verses in an instant. A word, a glance, a comment on the blog, can bring to mind incomplete sentences; rhymes come rushing back with a vengeance.. Poetry's on my mind lately.

I first wrote verse sometime in the early 90s - college, assorted crushes, my dad dying - all great stuff for melancholy rhyme. About 700 in a few years or so. Yeah. Fortunately sense prevailed. I grew up.The rhymes still come though. On a day when inspiration strikes the verses flow effortlessly and I don't even need the help of poetry.com's rhyming section!

For my 20th birthday, my crazy college friends (perhaps fed-up with my inane verse) gave me a beautifully illustrated set of 4 volumes of haiku. That inspired me so much. So did Life. Looking at my library at home I realize that there's quite a lot of poetry along with the non/fiction, self help nonsense and classics. Yeats, Gibran, Vikram Seth sit comfortably with Ayn Rand, Richard Bach, Roald Dahl, Satyajit Ray & Forsyth and co. Throw in Lenin and Maxim Gorky for good measure and it's a treasure trove of much loved, much read books...

I have an eclectic collection - they say you can tell what kind of a person one is from the books one reads. My collection is a mixed bag. In this case, WYSINWYG!