A Letter To My Poetry Poem by Shankaran Kutty

Looks like at noon I saw a dream
More than reality, so does it seem
For all the times manfully I strove
It has to be showering of the Lord's special love
HE gave the freedom for the mind to wander
From real to fantasy, on topics to ponder
Two hundred entries in my blog I am sure
Is more than what me or my loved ones can endure

Twenty four months since my quiet beginning
I still remember, it was a quiet evening
The Azure sky scattered with clouds so dull
And quietly floated a lonely sea gull
In my heart ignited a spark
Creating the blog was my next big task
And so before the night was gone
"Mallumuse", my blog was born

It was a journey of troughs and high
When I plunged the depths and touched the sky
Thoughts sometimes flowed like a river in spate
Whence a poem I would create
Or oft dry up like a desert stream
My poetry would, then lose steam
That is when I would lose all hope
And slither down despair's slippery slope

But when I am disturbed of body and mind
And lose all hope in entire mankind
And when the path in life is not clear
Somehow vanishes, them I hold dear
When from the world I want to hide
And feel there is no one by my side
Then like the chill of December breeze
My poetry wafts in to put my mind at ease

When a grievance I silently nurse
Or when I am angry want to stomp and curse
Those times when I want to hide and cry
When to live no more, and want to die
Or when my heart fills with pride
All my sorrows, I take in my stride
And with some joy, my heart fills with glee
My poetry, you have stood by me

Without anger, anguish or fear
You have always stood by me, near
No questions asked, no ungainly frown
Never laughed at me like at a circus clown
No favours asked, no expectations set
You laughed with me, yet never did fret
All those times when you stood by me
My poetry, without you, what would I be

These two hundred entries are more than I dreamt
As a gentle pastime, was all I had meant
The words of encouragement from a sister so dear
And all those who wished well, helped me reach here
My Lord, this life, from now come what may
With folded hands, to thee I humbly pray
Take away all, but won't you leave for me
My dreams, through my poetry, for me to see