The Wanderer

This is the first time I'm writing a description on a poem of mine. Not just as a blog post, but the first time ever. This is about how the poem was born or rather, how it appeared before me.

The Wanderer.

A strange idea occurred to me  during a boring lecture, from a state of pointlessness.  And within 2 minutes of getting a vague idea, this piece was completed. Yes; there was a sort of pointlessness in the air, which was the inspiration.

As I said, it was a boring lecture, and i wasn't listening to it. I was just staring at the lecturer, wondering how he could go on with such a boring class. The topic that was being covered was better to be studied alone by oneself. He was taking his maximum efforts, but that actually wasn't required and it wasn't doing any good to the class. And hence, a state of pointlessness.

It was when my mind was wandering, thinking about all these matters that a friend asked me whether I was listening. He too wasn't listening to the lecture. And I looked around and found that there weren't much who were actually listening to the class. A lot many were engaged in their own activities. 

It was from this state of mind that I conceived the idea of this poem. Enjoying the cool wind has always been an interest of mine, and thus it automatically showed its presence in the poem. The lines that follow shows both self reliant and self serving attitude. The remaining portions depicts a doubtful mindset of that of a wanderer. I've always been amazed by the individuality of the people whom I've met and its indeed great pleasure to identify and value it. 

And then, the last part. Tacenda. :P