Poem: Poetry’s Nature By Dr. Archan Mehta
Poetry:
I want you to know that
I never stopped loving you.
Poetry:
When will you visit me?
I long for you like
A lover pines for his beloved.
Poetry:
I will build castles
In the air, especially for you.
Poetry:
We will dance with the stars
And the moon will be
Your necklace.
Poetry:
I will wrap clouds around you
Like frosted marshmallows.
Poetry:
You can swim in the ocean
And play with the waves.
Poetry:
I will do whatever pleases you—
For example, I will treat you
To a movie and a romantic
Dinner, late at night, by candle light.
Poetry:
We will gaze into the unknown
And pretend
The universe’s heart beats
Only for you.
Poetry:
I long for your warm
And comforting embrace,
So don’t fall silent
And quietly walk away from me.
Poetry:
Please don’t conveniently find
Somebody else to love—
Instead, love me.
Poetry:
Save the last dance for me—
We will tango on a moon beam
While winking at a shooting star.
Poetry:
I love you
Even if the tone deaf masses
Don’t fancy you and crack
Jokes about you behind your back.
Poetry:
Rest assured, I will support
You even if I have to play
The role of a “starving artist.”
Poetry:
Rest assured, I will defend
Your right to live even if
The ignorant and egotistical
Masses try to suffocate you.
Poetry:
You can rely on me
To be your knight in
Shining armor and I will
Rescue you from evildoers,
My damsel in distress.
Poetry:
The market will devalue your
Contributions in favor of
What sells and who buys
But I will defend your
Aesthetic grace, free will
And imagination to my
Last, fading and dying breath.
Poetry:
I have spent my
Childhood days
Day-dreaming about you
And I have chased you
Like teenaged girls
Who stalk rock stars.
Poetry:
I know you feel completely
Ignored by the vast majority
Of the human race and that
Is fine as long as you know
That you are my vintage wine.
Poetry:
I know about your weird
And eccentric demeanor—
For example, how you conveniently
Ignore time, space and protocols,
But I will wait patiently
For you anyway because
You are like holy beads
And lucky charms whose
Grace changes our ugly
World into a beautiful jewel.
Poetry:
The masses often tell
Me that I am living
In a fool’s paradise
But I ignore them and
Pursue you anyway
Like cops chase after robbers.
Poetry:
Even if my neighbors
Complain about your
Erratic, unpredictable, sudden
Comings and goings, please
Do not be bullied by
The lowest common denominators
Of society and follow your bliss.
Poetry:
Those who complain about
Your eccentricity cannot tell
The time of day and are surely
Clueless about the odd and
Strange ways of the muse.
Poetry:
Forget about those
Who oppose you and
Desire to do you harm
By playing politics and
Stabbing you behind your back
Because, in the end, the masses
Don’t matter anyway: all that
Really matters is the charm
And grace you bring
To our society because
Of which we are able to
Rise above our savage
And bestial natures and
Seek refuge in the finer
Aesthetic impulses—
A creative response to
The war, conflict and violence
Which threaten to consume
Our planet and turn it into
A culturally barren wasteland.
Poetry:
Whenever you feel insecure,
Unloved, unwelcome and alienated,
Please remember that the hostile
Forces trying to cut you down
To size won’t matter at all
Over time: keep on
Shining the light and
Show us the way out
Of the deep and dark
Tunnel which suffocates
And destroys us.
Poetry:
Every time you step away
And step out of my life
I feel embittered and lonely
Like a shipwrecked sailor
Abandoned on a godforsaken
Island in the middle of nowhere.
Poetry:
We need you more
Than ever before
During these dark
Times of natural disasters
And weapons of mass
Destruction and nuclear
Holocaust which pose
An existential threat
For our planet earth.
Poetry:
It is time to turn
The page and savor
What is essential to
The heart and soul,
So mankind can avert
Crises and live to
Fight another day
By seeking comedy,
Laughter, music and play.
Poetry:
You entries and exits
Remind us, finally,
That human beings
Do not live by and
For bread alone and that
Tender loving care will
Always trump labels,
Stereotypes and dollar signs.
Poetry:
Finally, if you forsake
Me for another please
Understand that I have
Nowhere else to go and
Nobody else to turn to:
In that case, I don’t know
What will become of me.
How will I celebrate the
Dawn without you by my side?
Who will wipe my tears
During times of hardship?
Who will provide me
With mentorship and guidance
If not you?
Who will I confide in
During good times and bad times?
Poetry:
I don’t need palaces,
Private jets, expensive
Jewelry, exotic perfumes,
A bulky bank balance,
Fancy sports cars, etc.
All I need is you
For company so
I can forget about
Our world and even
My earthly existence.
Poetry:
I am waiting for
You with open arms,
So please feel free
To descend from the
Heavens like angels
Who bless our Earth
With their divine presence.
Poetry:
You are my best
And only friend,
So let us jump
On a white stallion,
You and I, and ride
Off into the sunset
Like an American cowboy.
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Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, Dr. Mehta is a Freelance Writer and Consultant based in India. Over the years, Dr. Mehta’s creative work has been featured in numerous publications in India, U.K., USA, South Africa and the Middle East. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors, party with close friends, listen to music and stay on top of current events. Dr. Mehta is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to Dr. Mehta at archanm@hotmail.com
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