Noise and Creativity
When I was young
I used to sit along with my friends
In a tea stall arranging the seats
Like a crescent moon
And talk like a parrot
Over anything on this earth
As I wanted to be eloquent
Like the presidents of USA
Or the prime ministers of Great Britain
In my graduation
I read many times
The essay on ‘friendship ‘
Written by Francis Bacon
Where he argued
The man who lives in solitude
Is either a God or a wild beast
As I was neither of the two
I liked to have many friends
And fully I enjoyed their friendship
None of them is dead
Still I am surrounded with them all
But slowly they have changed their minds
And I have developed an aversion
Towards unnecessary chatting and talks
The sound the din they produce
Can not go any more hand in hand
With the demand of my creativity
So I shut my mouth and choose to live
Like either a God or beast
In seclusion, in solitude.
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