This piece is for future poets who want to carve a niche for themselves on this planet.
Poetry is the flow of intense thoughts— otherwise it is NOT poetry.
It need not rhyme , unless you are writing it as a nursery rhyme for little children to sing along. Once you start reading poetry you will NOT be able to stop. And finally when you do stop, you will feel something inside your heart— if it is good poetry.
Love and nostalgia take very little effort to make that impact.
Gone are the days of Victorian bombardment. An ordinary man on the street can write good poetry. Good poetry means 90% of the people both erudite and illiterate who read it will be impressed.
The remaining 10% misanthropes of this planet , who need something other than poetry to get impressed, please excuse.
She kisses me and pulls me in, my favourite fish she would cook
more dulcet words she lisps, let's eat first and make love later
i -- who had never betrayed the trust of even a pariah dog or bird
wait eagerly to be regaled, ensconsed between fresh soft sheets
i fall into slumber and dream of flowers blossoming at dawn
her attractive smiling face , i see , in each one of them
she finished the cookin' fast, but watches till i smile in my sleep
giving a mordant smirk, she selects a sheet of paper from many
with sure celerity lifts a tongue of flame , from the same fire
and torches me alive. her derisive laughter fanning the flames
she does not bother to tie me up-- she trusts me not to hurt her
as i dance macaber in sheer agony. she relishes all the fish alone
i lock my eyes into here-- she spits a fish bone into my eye in odium
when my skull bursts phosphorescent, her eyes close in orgasm
she shreds the rest of my love letters to bits, opens the window
and scatters them into the ridges of the wind, in diabolical glee
to guide another handsome man, to her island of love --
CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL