If I was a poet – done worry,in any case I wont become a poet, somehow this poetry stays as a mystery for me like an unbreakable algorithm – like Ka, the hero of the novel ‘Snow‘, written by Orhan Pamuk and translated by Maureen Freely, I would write poems in the mid of my programs. And my poem would be stuffed with if and elses. Ka writes poems often, however he starts writing after a long gap of 4 years. When he starts it is like water released from a dam. The flow is spontaneous. The poem comes to him – he says like this – from everywhere. He sees everything in the form of poems. He relates everything to anything. And he writes them.
Poets are the people who lives in two worlds at the same time. There are two types categories, as I see. There are poets whose body live in the present and their soul in the past. Most of the poets are of this kind. And the other category are those, whose body live in the present but their soul in the future, like Barathi. Poets never have their body and soul at one place. If it is in one place, they cant be poets, after all. Poets have to dream. Dreams may be of any kind either nostalgia or futuristic. Of course, You can not dream the present. Can you?
There is one more category of poets, very rare of course. Their body live in the future and thier soul in the past. That means they are one step ahead, or atleast one second ahead than all of us. These poets are very rare. And they shape the future.
I write programs. I develop softwares. I draw plans. But not poems. Poems never come to me, as they do for Ka. So obviously I wont write them.
