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Saturday, May 4, 2024
Poetry Corner* Dr. Archan Mehta
Political Rhetoric?
When was the last time
An “official,” that is,
A politician or bureaucrat
Gazed deeply into the eyes
Of a starving child,
Living in a remote village,
Dotting the landscape
Of our benighted country?
When was the last time
The rich and powerful
Shared a meal
With troubled farmers
Who toil in our fields?
When was the last time
A celebrity traveled
By foot to provide shelter
To the homeless?
When was the last time
Our so-called democracy
Provided a voice to
The voiceless, oppressed and marginalized
By actually counting their votes?
When was the last time
The voter had a choice
Between black versus white?
Who will focus
On the grey areas?
Who will envision
A nation as a
Many splendored thing?
Pray, which leader will
Rise, phoenix-like,
From the ashes,
And live to
Fight another day?
How will we make
Up for lost time since 1947?
When will our millionaires
And billionaires start
Paying their dues?
When will our government
Stop lining the pockets
Of the selected and chosen few?
When will we find
A seat at the table
At global seminars, conferences,
Convocations and assemblies?
When will we create
A welfare-oriented State
Directed toward the common weal?
When will we join
The community of nations
To find solutions to
Common challenges on planet Earth?
When will we join hands
With people from all over the world
To create a better world
In which everybody wins?
When will we stop dividing
Our world based on
Winners versus losers?
When will our planet
Earth achieve unity consciousness?
When will we learn to transcend
I, Me and Mine
And what’s in it for me?
And instead, help
And support each other?
Will we be able to
Avoid World War Three?
Will we ever achieve
Peace and harmony?
Will we be able to
Convert hell on earth
To a heaven on earth?
Do we have hope
And optimism for tomorrow
On a planetary scale?
Can we look beyond
Our banal and trivial
And petty concerns
And, instead, learn
To focus on our common humanity?
Note from Blog owner: This poem is republished for this blog from June, 2023-- for all my new readers in 2024.
Thanks for reading.
*The views expressed by this poet/author are not necessarily those of Poets United and its affiliates.
Wednesday, April 3, 2024
Poetry Corner* Dr. Archan Mehta
Love Song For Lavanya Lahiri
Lavanya, when we were together
I could not say
The things I needed
To say: so, instead,
I wrote you this poem.
Lavanya, I know now,
From having known you
For so long, that the sun
Sits gently on your fair,
Young and innocent shoulders
And sensitively touches your
Skin and how that makes you
Feel blessed, as if you are chasing
Butterflies and playing with bunny
Rabbits smack dab in the middle
Of the proverbial Garden of Eden.
Lavanya, every breath I take reminds
Me of you: the way you would play
With your long, jet-black hair,
Your laughter when you found
My joke funny, even your human imperfections
Had men chasing after you like panting
Dogs frothing at the mouth.
Lavanya, I remember now how
Your dimpled cheeks, when you smiled,
Would chase away the gloomy clouds
From the evil sky and how the demonic
Chills of an icy winter would embrace
You warmly when the rest of us
Foolish mortals had to huddle in
Front of an open fireplace burning
Slowly in my living room.
Lavanya, don’t abandon me
Now for greener pastures
You have discovered on
Foreign shores: please send me
The sweet perfume of your
Nubile and fertile body to
Stop me from shivering
Without your company.
Lavanya, I have noticed
That when you are not
Around, the birds outside
My window suffer from
The empty nest syndrome,
The moon, in the night sky,
Suddenly covers her face
And the stars form a constellation:
A portrait of you which lights
Up the darkness enveloping our world.
Lavanya, rest assured, the only way
You can please me would be for
You to ride on a magic carpet
And visit me at home:
Let it be a pleasant surprise,
However, but rest assured,
I will be waiting for you,
My beloved, with a bouquet
Of freshly-cut red roses in
One hand and a bottle of wine
In my other hand: I will, once
Again, welcome you into my
Life with a song on my lips,
A dance in my steps, and we
will be united as if we had
never parted in the first place.
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.
Tuesday, March 26, 2024
Poetry Corner* Dr. Archan Mehta
An Ode to You and I, Sky.
Today,
I don’t know
What to say
But to utter
The words:
“I love you.”
Somewhere, out there,
In the wild and barren
Desert I call my life
I finally discovered
An oasis in your
Fertile, nubile eyes:
You eyes fluttered
And acquired wings
And started to fly
Like a butterfly.
Even so, in mid-flight,
This butterfly was arrested
By the corrupt police,
Who ordered you
To return to my heart.
My soul feels lonely
Without your warm embrace.
That is why my soul
Searches for you everywhere
When you disappear, suddenly:
When you are not around,
My soul despairs and
pines for you,
For only you,
My love, and for
Nobody else but you.
When you leave me alone,
My nails scratch the
Surface of the moon
In a vain attempt
To find you lurking behind
A volcano or a hill
Or a mountain or a valley.
Are you hiding
Behind a winking star?
Where are you?
How do I locate you?
Oh, pray where
Can I find you, beloved?
Please send me a map
Of our universe and give
Me the exact directions
So I can find the tiny
Dot where I lost my
Heart but discovered art.
When you walk
On the surface of
A wave, make sure
You reach the shore
Where I will be
Waiting for you,
To pick you up
Like expectant relatives
Waiting to receive their
Kith and kin at airports.
You are like the
Oxygen of this air
I breathe
And my lungs
Are crying out
For only you.
Yet, despite my
Passionate pleas,
You conveniently avoid me
Like a fugitive from justice,
And still I keep on loving
The criminal lurking within
The DNA of your being.
When you are away,
I remember how your
Smile makes the
Ocean part, so I can
Reach safely and hit
Dry land, so I do not
Drown and lose my life
In your arrogant, dreamy
And oceanic eyes.
When I eat dinner alone,
I reserve a chair at the
Table for you and I
Have to pretend
You are there for
Me to provide company.
Every morsel of food,
Every sip of fine wine,
Reminds me of you.
In the hour of twilight,
I feel like screaming
Your name and I
Wish upon a star
You will fall into
My arms like
Snowflakes during
A winter storm
Descending from heaven.
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.
Monday, February 26, 2024
Poetry Book Review* In Fullness of the Word
"In Fullness of the Word" is as precious as a family heirloom, passed down from generations. Symbolically speaking, this book is indeed a family heirloom.
It is a valuable collection and keepsake representing the beauty, history, depth, tapestry, and lineage of people of color, expressed through poetic form.
Over 20 Black Poet Laureates, from across the globe, whose lives intersect through their love for the written word, their humanity, their commonality of experiences as Black Americans, come together, producing a harmony akin to a seasoned church choir.
This makes me very proud to provide this review for Black History Month.
From page one, until the book is done, readers will be engaged, enlightened, entertained, and empowered. This creative "gumbo" will leave readers "full", through the diversity of voices and viewpoints. Themes range from love gone wrong; to frustrations faced by poets experiencing writer's block; to protest pieces; to motivational poems; and even some cleverly crafted Haikus.
Edited by Rhea Carmon, it contains nearly 200 pages (including interesting bios and photos) from the accomplished and talented contributors.
There were so many excellent selections, it would be difficult to list all of them that stood out here today.
But here are a few:
We have a New Dream, by Henry Jones states: "Silence is an echoed form of acceptance which allows the hatred to spread." Pg. 148
In the poem Fix, Kim B. Miller writes: "You are not a broken people repair kit. They can heal without you." Pg. 2
Another impressive body of work were the pieces of Angelo 'Eyeambic' Geter.
Pgs. 46-54
This anthology deserves a place in every poetry lover's personal library.
I rate it 5 ***** stars.
Image credit: Henry L. Jones
Thursday, February 8, 2024
Poetry Corner * Dr. Archan Mehta
Adult Dreamer?
Gentle readers:
What can I say?
I admit it:
I was a dreamy child,
Who enjoyed nothing more
Than the free ride
Of the imagination.
I was fascinated by nature:
Mountains, hills, trees and flowers,
Spoke to me directly and intimately.
In contrast,
I felt suffocated
By formal education
And could even feel the
Walls of a classroom
Holding me like
A prisoner forced
Into a jail cell.
Instead, I longed to
Break free and play
In the outdoors, hug trees
And smell the roses.
I disliked interacting with
Aggressive people with
A bossy or bullying nature.
Hence, I longed to
Break free of organizations
And institutions, such as
Marriage, family, workplace, etc.
I loved to watch
Children at play
And longed to play with them.
I wished to own the
Sky, ocean, pond, lake and river
And longed to ride
A tidal wave
Breaking into the land.
Strangers found me odd
And I found strangers odd.
Thus, literature was my
Only refuge
And books were
My best friends:
In solitude,
I would dream about
Stars enjoying a siesta
In the late afternoon,
And I would imagine
The sun crawling
Along the sky
Like a reclusive turtle.
I wanted only
To be left alone,
So I could day dream
About a brighter, new dawn.
Unburdened of worldly attachments,
I wished to roam
Wild and free
Like a gypsy, drifter or vagabond
Adrift in his own universe
Like a rudderless ship,
In the ocean, without
A compass for guidance.
Thus, I wished to lose
Track of space and time
And drink the elixir
Of an inner wisdom, divine.
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.