Making love….poetry

Making love….poetry

I know not

How to make poetry

But aimed to put

My words in sense

I gathered all my words

And all my similes and metaphors

I was choosy and picked up

Imagery and phraseology

And then with reverence

I sat to knit a poem

I tried to take a metaphor

And weave a beautiful

Piece of love

Lo! I metaphors mocked at me

At my innocence….

Leaving it, I took a beautiful simile

To make a philosophy of life

Oh! Can you…. fit me into your

Poor figures of speech

Life laughed at me….

So did I fail again….

I took care in chosing phrases

Giving up not

I  sought to make a love poem

For love is the only theme

I know and that’s the only

Asset I pride in

I endeavored

To pen down a feel

Of love into poesy

And oh! Ironically

It turned out to be

So melancholic

And I knew for sure

I can never change

The tone of my

Heart….

For my heart does not

Know how to

Make poetry

But to suffer pain

Of love and life

My  mind laughs at it

Chides it for its childishness

It enlightens me to

Live poetry and

Never try to make it

Countless efforts are

Already existing

By umpteen great souls

And still the quest is on and on….

Aah! I realize the fact..

Do all the words

and lingos

Suffice ……

To define love and poesy……no way

Smiling at my incongruity

I cap off my pen and

Switch off my light

And put off my immature

Venture to make a poem…..

For love and poetry

Cannot be made

They ought to happen…

They are to be lived…..

And not recorded ……in words….

At least I cannot….do it….!!!

(with apologies to all love poets)

                          Lots of love jagathi..9.15pm Tuesday 9-2-2011