Saturday, January 22, 2011


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 phone is still- it means you are happy elsewhere

how i waited everyday for the soft ring of your call

to recapture a dream we built-  to re-kindle a fire

did you not look deep into my eyes and make a promise?

your silence hurts - your nothingness stuns- darling--

I'm still runnin' reasons though my head - why not?

maybe you have a twinkle in your eyes for someone else

a new heart hidden in your back pocket to play with

you would rather have me believe that fate ran its course

the same fate which from opposite ends of a lifetime 

deposited you in my arms to trade blushes and kisses

my mind's vein has bled white into the attic of memory

the joy of lovin' you is fast clotting into a red blur

the world has become my tomb , never to trust again

still you can trust me not to ruin your new rainbow

despite all this pain, i wonder -  could there be a reason?


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