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.
The last time we bid adieu, your pupils dilated
time stood still as we stood forlorn
feeling the distance grow, feeling so empty
this sight etched on the canvas of my mind
i painted our portraits in the great blue sky
i have waited with a myriad of rainbow dreams
my poor heart needing, waiting, hoping, aching
backin' and sidling , hurting my ribs-- dying
how quickly you have made me just another face
a someone to be taken for granted, an old shoe
darling my heart refuses to believe my head
that our romance was meticulously planned
unlike the fickle bee , who sucks honey
and flies away to rape another-- only at random
every time i remember the only girl i ever loved
i add one more, fresh gaping whip wound
searing me mind at mach3 , spurting blood
my senses numbed i am unable to write sense
when once my pen was that gushing fountainhead
my subconscious mind, the proud trident you knew
lies unharnessed, crushed, unable to help or heal
now, that i have learnt to package love from you
time is not far when i must set myself free
with steady resolute fingers remove and discard
a treasured heart shaped pendant from my chest
usher in by the hundreds all pretty women i had kept at bay
allow them to feel the passion which i had kept aside
for you-- the girl who had looked into my eyes
and promised to love me for ever and for ever!
CAPT AJIT VADAKAYIL