The Best Time to Write a Poem

When should I write?

When boredom gets sculpted into motivation?

When a distracting thought 

Bothers me long enough

To make me turn to it instead, 

With ardent concentration -

Thereby perhaps making it

The topic of my next composition?

Should I risk completing that sad poem

I’d been working on for a month now,

When I’m in the best of spirits, today?

Should I try and imagine

What being happy sounds like,

In an unfamiliar milieu of words

For the sake of completing my poem,

Hoping it’ll lift my mood too?

Should I scribble away

The cold downpour of tears with

The harmless, vicarious vengeance of my pen,

The one thing I half-guiltily hold dear

When my anger endlessly battles with helplessness?

[Or are they not worth being written about,

As many tongues would simultaneously utter?]

Must I write in a state of ecstatic frenzy?

       Or could I have to leave that precious thought 

                                   Annoyed, hanging in mid-air,

                                            When a trifling rush of new thoughts 

                                                  Crashed my way, making me forget, 

                              Why I was holding the pen in my hand, 

                                               after all.

                                                       Epilogue: 

                                               I think I must write now to find out,

                                               Before the ink of my existence dries out.