With us today is poet Pam Handa. Here is a little taste of her poetry and her views on love.
Stupid Cupid
Mortals
have believed in you right from the start,
Because
tiny Cupid you're such a sweetheart.
Your
golden wings are a wonder and delight;
Your
solid arrows quite impossible to fight.
Who
can resist your loving piercing darts
Which
strike at random vulnerable hearts?
When
you come down racing by to strike,
Men
and women who each other could like,
There's
no running away from your absolute power,
Or
trying to evade your earthly love shower.
The
ignorant may call you stupid Cupid
But
the wise know you're love's child little Cupid
Love
Love, the most unique
Of all human emotions,
To a million folks,
Is a million notions.
Simply holding hands,
Or lying on the sands.
Whispering sweet nothings,
Or many other things:
A hot, fiery kiss;
Or someone you miss.
A big sacrifice;
An infatuation in disguise.
A fleeting smile,
Lasting quite a while
A life-time passion,
Or a strange obsession.
For some, it’s a dream
As bright as a sunbeam.
Or a reality stark,
Consuming one like a shark!
Whatever one thinks,
Whatever one feels,
It fills one’s very being,
And from what I’m seeing,
It brings a special feeling
That sends the head reeling.
Taking away the strife,
Of this earthly life.
Making one’s ordinary existence
Full of joy and excitement
An extraordinary resistance,
And mental enlightenment!
The Queen of
the Heart
The young lady was still in her
early teens,
When love came by in a tinsel dream.
“Would you like to be my queen,” he
promptly asked.
“Oh yes,” she replied, “If forever
you will last.”
“Let’s sign a bilateral pact never
ever to part,
But to stay alive in each other’s
heart.”
“That’s fine by me,” replied the
jubilant teen,
“What about the times when life is
not so serene?”
“Why worry about what we may never
see?
Let’s dwell on that which will
surely be.”
“That’s fine by me, I’ll do my
little bit.
What happens to us when old age does
hit?”
“Think of all the good times we’ll
have enshrined,
In our photo-albums on the
side-board lined.”
“If you say so my dear, I’ll gladly
believe,
But, promise me this, there’ll be no
sigh to heave.”
“When we’ve seen the cliffs of
Dover,
And it’s still not quite over,
I promise we’ll retire to where we
belong.
In that corner of my heart,
Where I know we'll still be strong.”
Poet Bio
My name is Pam Handa
nee Kochhar. I was born in New Delhi but have spent most of my life in
Ghana and the UK. I graduated from the Sacred Heart College Dalhousie, in
India. I received my Masters degree from the Punjab University as well as a
gold medal for coming first. I started my teaching career in the English Dept
of the same university. I married Dr Prem Handa, a Paediatrician, in 1968 and
in 1972 we emigrated to Ghana. Today, I am the author of two books recently
published by Trafford in the USA.
Of Kismet and Karma, my first novel, is a cross-cultural
blend of fact and fiction, based on my personal experiences in India, Ghana and
the UK. My anthology of poems is entitled Wings of the Heart. Both
books are available on Amazon.com, as
E-books and in all Barnes and Nobles shops. The EBOOKS are really cheap. Get
hold of them and spend time on going back to all that stirs the very soul!
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/PAM-HANDA-NEE-KOCHHAR/121487404694554
Twitter: @handapam
Miscellaneous: http://thevirtualbookcase.wordpress.com/2013/06/02/of-kismet-and-karma-and-other-books-by-pam-handa-nee-kochhar/
Youtube Videos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VECPWY6qUI
In my opinion, poetry speaks more from the heart than any other kind of writing and is deeply personal. Thanks for sharing your heart, Pam.
ReplyDeleteLinda Lee Williams
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