Poetry Corner* Dr. Archan Mehta

 

 True Friend

I know you feel upset, my dear,

But, rest assured, your moody blues

Will not last forever. The tide will

Turn and you will feel whole again,

Friend. Please listen to me, for a change,

We can feel young again: despite the

Passage of time, we have the potential

To age like fine wine in the lush, green

Fields of Southern France. Kindly give

Me a chance to make it up to you. If

You cry, I will wipe away the tears

From your eyes. I will rush to your

Rescue and protect you from fair

Weather friends: they want to party

Hard and celebrate life at your expense.

But through the ups and downs, you and I

Will soldier on. That is why I created this song.

BIO: 

Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, he is a Consultant and Writer based in India. In his free time, he likes to stroll the outdoors and party with close friends. 

He is also fond of meditation.

Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com at your convenience.

Poetry Corner* Dr. Archan Mehta

IN SEARCH OF INSPIRATION...

The muse cannot be summoned like a

Cultural ambassador working for an embassy

Or consulate located on foreign shores: the 

Muse needs room to breathe. I prayed like a

Monk in a Bhutan temple, but the muse refused

To visit me. I danced like a Sufi dervish under

The dome of an azure blue sky, but the muse

Ignored me. I started to sing and praised the muse,

But my divine inspiration ran away like a cheetah

In Africa. I woke up, suddenly, in the middle of the

Night, drenched in sweat: the muse appeared and

Whispered in my ear in a soft and silky voice: I

Will show up in your life, poet, but only on my

Terms and conditions. Your prayers and songs

And dances won’t help, for I dance to the beat

Of my own drummer. I am unpredictable like 

The weather. Wait for me: patience is a virtue.

BIO: 

Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, he is a Consultant and Writer based in India. In his free time, he likes to stroll the outdoors and party with close friends. 

He is also fond of meditation.

Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com at your convenience.

Poets United to Perform For Black History Month!

 

Greetings, Readers!

I hope that 2025 finds you enjoying a wonderful start, and keeping warm. This brief post is to share some recent news of potential interest.

Poets United to Advance the Arts will resume its usual creative programs and educational workshops starting in February, 2025.

We invite you to come celebrate with us. To start the roster of activities out, we'd love for you to join us for a fun-filled forum at the West Pullman Library. The details are as follows:

ROCK YOUR RHYMES...

POETRY READING

 AND OPEN MIC 

BLACK HISTORY MONTH CELEBRATION

FEBRUARY 22, 2025

2:00-4:00 P.M.

WEST PULLMAN LIBRARY

830 W. 119th Street

Chicago

WE HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!

Poetry Corner* Dr. Archan Mehta

 

LESS IS MORE?

These days, I am trying to get

Rid of things I no longer need:

Those impulse purchases have

Returned to haunt me like a 

Stalker who lurks in a dark

And dingy alley, watching

Your every move with relish.

Folks, the clutter really bothers

Me, and my home has turned into

A warehouse and I don't like the

Look and feel of it anymore. 

A house should feel like a home

And not a dollar store: Hence, clothes,

Food, beverages, appliances, and more

Will, eventually, exit through my 🚪 door.

I will donate this stuff to the poor

And needy: why be egotistical, selfish and greedy?

BIO:

Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, he is a Consultant and Writer based in India. In his free time, he likes to stroll the outdoors and party with close friends. He is also fond of meditation.

Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com at your convenience.

Poetry Corner* Dr. Archan Mehta

 ⁉️ QUESTIONS

Why judge?

Are you the thought police?

Why even try to command, control and coerce?

Instead, let the narrative and conversation flow

Like the Niagara Falls, gushing, gurgling, playfully.

Let the fish swim upstream, downstream or in-between.

Our good and dear Lord gave birth to creativity, not you.

So why are you trying to play God?

Why are you busy banning books?

Art is meant to provoke and stimulate.

If that offends you, so be it.

Drink poison. Drink nectar. Drink 💦 water.

That's what life is about: hence, art.

Nobody really cares about your ego:

If your skin itches, well, go find another one.

Turn your face away from the gloomy

Clouds, open your window, welcome the sun.

Bio:

Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, he is a Consultant and Writer based in India. In his free time, he likes to stroll the outdoors and party with close friends. He is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com at your convenience.

Poetry Corner* Featuring A.D. Moore

 

HEART SURGERY?

Faked feelings of infidelity

Inspire intense innermost insecurities.

But pleasures of pure passion

Passions of pure pleasure

True love penetrates the heart

Let nothing put it asunder!

Pieces of the ❤️ heart may freely flutter...sometimes

But the core will forever remain!

Fragile fingers can caress, finesse the flowery

Folds of a fractured heat

Bio:

A.D. Moore is a poet, author, and freelance writer. He is a member of Poets United to Advance the Arts.

Poetry Corner* Dr. Archan Mehta

 Song of Despair

If I could reveal just

One thing, it would

Be this:

Something precious was lost:

The void between money

And power and

That sparkling hour,

Where dreams were

Possible still:

But the black hole

Consumed it like locusts

Crawling up slowly

All over your body.

Between cars and consumption

And material gain,

Something precious was lost:

In this opaque, desperate silence

Which haunts ghosts and phantoms,

And dampens the spirit

Of high voltage lanterns,

Something precious was lost.

Something precious was lost

Between violence and peace,

Where the pretty breeze 

 Roamed and once called home,

Has been reduced to stone.

Something precious was lost

For the bees stopped

Humming their tune,

The birds stopped chirping,

The volcano fell silent,

And the oceans stopped churning,

And the earth stopped rumbling,

Wild fires were burning

And scorched the earth,

The clouds stopped crying

And people started dying,

Left and right,

You could feel the

Tremors shake you,

And heaven forsake you,

The earth gave way

To a new dawn.

Why, you could

Feel it in the air

And hence this

Song of despair.

BIO:

Dr. Archan Mehta has earned a PhD. in Management. Currently, he is a Consultant and Writer based in India. In his free time, Dr. Mehta likes to stroll in the outdoors and party with close friends. He is also fond of meditation. Please feel free to reach out to the poet at archanm@hotmail.com at your convenience.

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