Life of Pi
As the sun goes down
and the night comes up, it feels like home
and I feel a bit more comfortable,
sitting comfortably in my home.
My head hurts to think all the things I do
to make something happen
so that something else can happen.
I meet some nice people and I meet some irritating ones
but that’s all fine
because just like every other thing
the boring stuff has a timer too.
Which starts to tick as soon as I step through the in door,
and stops ticking only when I am out through the same in-door.
I keep my mouth shut and my thoughts to myself,
quietly gathering up material, waiting to go home
and write the undigested stuff on paper.
Mind you, it’s paper and not screen
because I am too tired of them,
besides it’s a machine prone to ghosts and spirits,
making it an unreliable and a bit of an expensive drug.
My modest pen and paper stay in front of my eyes
even when the power has gone out
and it’s just too plain for any spirit to take over.
“Life of Pi” is a poem that captures the comfort of returning home after a long day and the therapeutic nature of writing by hand. It’s about the little routines and choices that help us find peace in a busy world.
In the poem, I start by describing the transition from day to night, a time when I feel most at ease. As the sun sets and the night begins, there’s a sense of coming home, both physically and mentally. This is my time to relax and unwind, and there’s a certain joy in that.
Throughout the day, my mind is busy with countless thoughts and tasks. It’s a constant effort to make things happen, setting off a chain reaction of events. I meet a variety of people—some pleasant, some not so much—but I know that these interactions are temporary. The routine tasks, no matter how mundane, have a start and end point, which is reassuring.
When I get home, I find solace in keeping my thoughts to myself and quietly gathering material for writing. Writing becomes my way of processing the day’s experiences. Instead of using a computer screen, I prefer the simplicity of pen and paper. There’s something calming and reliable about this method. It’s always there, even when the power goes out, and it feels more personal and less distracting.
Writing by hand helps me connect with my thoughts in a way that typing on a screen doesn’t. It’s a straightforward and dependable practice that allows me to unwind and reflect. There’s a unique satisfaction in seeing words form on paper, a tangible connection to my thoughts.
“Life of Pi” is about appreciating the quiet moments and the simple tools that help us navigate our thoughts and feelings. By choosing to write by hand, I find a sense of clarity and comfort that’s essential in today’s fast-paced world. It’s a small but significant way to create a peaceful and fulfilling routine.
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