My Dear Poets Don'T Bang Me Please! ...Sorry! Poem by Geetha Jayakumar

With blunt of words, you slice the brick-kiln baked.
With crackers of humour, you light the fact.
With sprinkle of spices, you bring tears of rain.
With nuclear pen you fire words of neutron.
When I visit your page, you welcome me with warm words.
With jigsaw puzzle, you play scrabble.
You take us on a jumbo ride, but we find ourselves on boating ride.
You take us to mars, but we find ourselves on moon.
You tell us beautiful maiden is waiting for her love,
But find her missing love somewhere riding in stars to heaven.
Flowers you send to someone, surely it reaches but another one.
You say it's going to rain heavily, but I see summer shining bright.
You say you are going on holiday to May Fair, but I see your poem coming in July Fair.
You said tears did not fell, well it left me wondered where did it sublimate?
You say rainbow perfectly rests in your brow, I wondered when did they interchange their places.
You run behind roses, but garden is seen nowhere in desert.
You say tides rising in heart, left me wondered when did blood started rising like tides.
You try to fit yourself in other's shoe, and now you complain of shoe bite.
One lad went to meet his lass past Jan 2014, he is missing since then.
Yes, but I do love the critic...
I am just wondering if there was
No apple and serpentine what could the next alternative be?
With a stroke of words you turned yourself into beautiful eagle
It just left me wondered am I seeing magician.
You said Close your eyes! I closed my eyes, but didn't open yet my dear
As you never instructed me to open yet.
You said love your soul only and keep away from the body
I just wondered where should I keep.
At lunch you offered me pasta, but it reached me at dinner time.
You asked me to wait at window, but why did you climb all the stairs to tower, you could have used the lift instead.
Wind blew away the cotton candy which you gave, now only stick remained.
You said you are taking us to hanging garden.
You left us hanging and you went missing.
I couldn't take a single bite of red Kashmiri apple, as I saw my beloved's face in it.
Now I should never tell beautiful flow of words from your pen
But I should tell mobile flow of words from your laptop.
I could still feel the reflection of you in crystalline ball
though you are not standing in front of mirror.
You puzzled me with eleventh hour but on twelfth hour of midnight!
SORRY!

I think I am going to get a Big Bang from you all.
So I will just keep silence.
After thrashing is over, I will come out slowly.
Please do bang me after reading my notes....Sorry!



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Geetha Jayakumar.