The Blind Spot
That one screw behind the clock
That you are unable to locate
Not letting you pull the clockwork apart
Having already spent the last 72 hours
That one mosquito that you can hear
But can’t see it even with your frog’s stare
Both your hands ready to clap
But only after a few hundred futile slaps
That one stock you wish you hadn’t sold
When the market opened with a deadly roar
You were moments away from being a billionaire
But for now you have to do with still being a millionaire
The old woman as she desperately tried
To thread the needle at its teeny tiny eye
It slipped everytime she thought she was close
While she held it closest to her nose
That one warning you wish you hadn’t ignored
When your boss yanked to pay more attention
The warning is now crawling up your back
While you collect all your stuff from your office desk
Science gives the world to be safe and prosperous
Why then did we miss installing the tsunami warning stations…that one time?
Could we have averted some disaster then?
Would the survivors have better opinion about life then?
Like I was talking to Jenny earlier today
I couldn’t understand one specific sentence she said
She raised her voice for the third time
And I realized I couldn’t pick the word ‘try’
I thought for a while why I couldn’t hear it?
I didn’t have any problems understanding Americans and Brits
Then I realized sometimes it’s a blind spot
The harder you try the more you see nots
Our reference, our last thoughts blind us
In seeing what was before, and is after the thoughts.
Later notes: 24/10/09 While talking about another friend of mine, my Girl Friend heard ‘She talks dirty’ when I said ‘She talks girly’ and then she spun the entire conversation intending how she talked dirty and I was left surprised…till the next day when the word came out. The downside: we were talking on phone.