Classes and more

A lot has been going on in my life recently. I am unable to make sense of a lot of these happenings. I finally enrolled for my PhD program. But the beginning itself has been shaky. I don't even want to think about the end. I know it is stupidity to question one's decision after it has been made, but, don't we all have times when we know we have taken the right decision, but circumstances just point in the opposite direction. To add to all my woes, I have joined a creative writing class. Well, the class is very interesting (at least for me). Only, it expects you to spout your creative writing in the form of poems every week. I thought of sharing piece here at the end of this post. The poem needs a lot of help but I think I am improving quite a bit. On a side note, I feel as if my whole life has come to a stagnant point. No, I don't mean it in a bad way. I somehow feel apprehensive that something is going to go wrong. I am not wasting my time thinking about what will go wrong, but it is just a kind of gut feeling I have.

Now here is a sample of the poems I write. This is a post-modernist poem. This means that the poem has no form. This kind of poetry evolved after WWII. Poets tried to make sense of the chaotic situations around them. Most of the poems of this genre don't make any sense at all. I would very much like to hear what people interpret out of mine.

“One more time”, she says,

And nine, eight….,

Why am I subjecting myself to this?

Oh please, leave me alone,

I will do whatever you tell me to

Do I have a meeting today?

When will I sit to work on that paper?

I have home works to grade too

When will I get all this done?

Oh, she has really nice shoes.

I should ask her where she got that from.

And the t-shirt is not bad too

And I am wearing a free t-shirt I got from school

When will I graduate and not be poor anymore?

“Thank you all. That will be all for today”

“You did well. Come join me again

For another great workout tomorrow”