Saturday, January 22, 2011

THE CRUEL MASTER ON MY DREAMS -- CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL



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.

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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
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4 comments:

  1. Its nice sir.
    What made you write this poem?
    Its kinda weird but so true.
    Thanks for the suggestion that poem has more to do with flow of emotions.
    _/\_

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  2. Sorry captain sir, couldn't post on the blog with the marriage pictures of you elder son.

    bahut BAhut badhai, congratulatioNS to you, your wife, your son and his wife, your New family relatives , your relatives, your younger son(he must be really happy ) and all those who attended and enjoyed the grand bharatiya wedding.

    _/\_


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    1. hi rk,

      well the pictures have HIGH resolution.

      capt ajit vadakayil
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  3. And by the way now countdown begins for your younger son's match making.

    the pics of his wedding will be there Atleast 3 years from now. :P

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