By: Archan Mehta

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Poem # 1: Forgotten Things?

 

I have no memory

Of distant things:

Experiences from the past

Are shackled to the floor

Like a prisoner in jail

Or submerged in the ocean.

What really matters to

Me, however, is a thick

Drop of honey teasing

My lips and the gentle wind

Caressing my cheeks

And the blissful feeling

Of following the wind

Wherever the wind leads you

Beyond memory

And my troubled soul’s lament.

 

Poem # 2: If I Could, I Would

 

If I could, I would

Pour my heart

Out to you

Pluck a star

Out of the sky

And milk the ocean dry.

If I could, I would

Pick you up and

In my arms

Keep you away

From all harm.

If I could, I would

Give you a big

Hug and a kiss

So you would not miss

Treatment as in tender

Loving care:

We’ll go where

Others won’t dare.

 

Poem # 3: Last Dance?

 

Come on:

Let me take you

Away from all this:

Instead,

Let’s walk on hot coals

And swim with the sharks

And hunt with the hounds.

In fact,

Let’s do something outrageous

But without breaking the law:

Like climb a mountain

Or take up an issue

And disagree with the “experts.”

For a change,

Why don’t we dance,

You and I?

After all, 

The last tango

Is waiting for us

And it takes

Two to tango.

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Poem # 4: Ode to You, Baby

 

In how many ways can

I tell you that I love you?

I want to cover your bare,

Naked body with diamonds.

Then, I want to send

You to the moon:

You will enjoy the cheese

There and glow like

A star on fire.

Baby, in how many ways, can

I celebrate my love for you?

I want to create a birthday 

Cake, especially for you,

And invite your friends

To party with you.

Obviously, you will be

The star of the show

And you will steal

The show: lights, camera, action.

You, with your million-dollar

Smile, which lights up my

Universe and keeps me alive.

You, with your freckled face

And chubby cheeks, which

Makes adults secretly feel envious.

You, with your innocent gestures,

Which melts our hearts.

In how many ways can

I make you feel happy?

I want to buy you a puppy

And you will ride on

Your own pony.

The puppy will keep

You company on lonely days

When the sun refuses to shine

And there is a melancholy

Drizzle from the gloomy clouds

Hanging in the sky.

I want every day to be

Just like Christmas for you:

When Santa and Rudolph visit you

With divine gifts from the sled

And you can play freely inside

Your rose garden.

I want to create a paradise

On Earth, especially for you,

So that, my sweet tenderness, you

Will no longer feel sad and lonely.

Your presence in my life makes me

Feel blessed, for you are like

An angel descended from heaven.

Fly like a magic carpet and touch

My heart and never grow up and

Stay young forever. Finally, I love

You for who you are, and I love

You like I love nobody else but you.

Baby, you are my one and only

And my true love, a priceless

Treasure for a lifetime and beyond.

 

 

Bio: Dr. Archan Mehta

 

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