Friday, August 16, 2019

Welcome to Vatsala Radhakeesoon

Tonight I'd like to post some poems from Vatasala Radhakeesoon's book Guitar of Love.  Her book is already drawing positive notice, so I am sure that you will enjoy reading her wonderful poems!  Let's start with the title poem.

Guitar of Love

I’m the swirls
of ecstasy,
I’m the tears
of grief

your inspiration,
your consolation,
your desolation

O, sensitive singer!
I know each corner of
your heart,
your mind,
your soul

In your world
of songs' creation,
                                    I’ve vowed to be                                   
your life’s companion

O, sensitive singer!
You and I,
bonded by
Music’s immortality
On planet Earth
will forever shower
the songs of Equality.

Vatsala Radhakeesoon

Image by Doreen Sawitza

Divine Song
The soul of the universe vibrates,
Planet Earth opens its third eye,
The learned Acharya
with a meditative look
detached from illusion
with cleansed heart
sings the message of God

A song of unity
A song of morality
A song of Equality
A song for humanity
pulsates in dawn’s wisdom

Convincingly the melodious voice
up till the morning breeze blissfully
“ God wants all children
to be merry,
to hold hands in harmony,
to live lives where
thoughts, words and actions shine
like a million golden lotuses
bearing the un-flickering light
of permanent ego-less purity

Vatsala Radhakeesoon

Photograph by XIIIfromTOKYO

Favourite Singer
(for Roch Voisine)

Blessed with uniqueness
is your voice,
To my ears,
it’s the mysticism of cool sea;
Your lyrics
sad, happy, profound, funny
on my musical ladder
shine as first choice.

During my teens,
on my room walls, you smiled,
To my locked girlish diary
you often flew and said
Your songs in the morning breeze
met my poems shy
and you became
my gentle muse,
my artistic guide.

Swiftly have the years flown
but amidst my Poetry’s sun
to your songs on YouTube
I still turn,
I sing along with you
‘ L’idole’, ‘Bye-Bye’ and ‘Helen’,
I’m all thrilled
with ‘Forever Gentlemen’.

O Favourite singer!
To my mind, soul, heart
will speak your songs forever
Your fan fidèle*
I will be forever.
Vatsala Radhakeesoon

Music My Maker

My soul has fallen in love
with your guitar
Your lyrics speak
right to my heart

Shy and scared,
I’m not ready to follow you
but in my world
I silently weave words

I’ve chosen an art
that compliments you
one that is a subset of you

O Music!
Through your love
I’ve discovered
the elegantly written art

O Music!
You have made me
a poet.

Vatsala Radhakeesoon

Jane Seymour and Ian McKellen in a 1980 production of Amadeus. McKellen played Salieri

Mozart and Salieri
(Inspired by the movie Amadeus)

Mozart was gifted
He could turn
all music pieces
into perfection

Salieri got disciplined
a firm believer of God
and worked hard
to produce quality music

Both great composers
but Mozart’s music
proved unbeatable
It touched
each heart
each soul

“O, God !”
exclaimed Salieri,
Then he asked the Supreme
“Why have you blessed
me with Music
when I’m doomed
to be merely
the second best?

Deep inside
Salieri’s soul
was tormented
by Envy’s pain

Drowning into
useless anger
and Mozart’s popularity
kept diffusing
in all countries

For centuries
ambiguity has prevailed
upon Salieri being
the murderer of
the genius Mozart

What a life!
How undignified
is the fire of fatal

O Human Race!
Learn your lesson
from those composers
If you’re at Art’s service,
be selfless
appreciate colleagues
learn from them
compare yourself
to No one
Run your race!

Thus, the Divine
will surely bless you
with eternal peace,
eternal wisdom.

Vatsala Radhakeesoon

I Let You Go

Each of my songs
sung under the sun
of the magical guitar
has the imprints
of your love

Oh, I did love you
Maybe I still do
We’ve met in this life
and as a twin flame
I’ve recognised you

But since you have
some karmic debts
towards your own
your kin,
the Lord has entrusted me
the most painful duty
the toughest task
to let you go

With invisible tears
in my artistic heart
and an Amazonian smile
on my determined face
I let you go

My logic rarely fails
My intuition often wins
So in this life once again
I let you fly, dive
to your daily duties
to some unfulfilled
past lives’ karmas

Please complete
the practical circle
Leave no blanks
Skip no question marks

And once many cycles
of seasons for aeons
they got are complete
then again, the Lord
himself will guide us
and with all his blessings
joyfully he’ll unite us.

Vatsala Radhakeesoon


Sunday, August 11, 2019

Ahmad Al-Khatat Returns!

Tonight I'd like to welcome back Ahmad Al-Khatat, the Iraqi-born poet who has recently published the book Wounds from Iraq.  I also think that he has been on Dr. Michael Anthony Ingram's Quintessential Listening twice!

The Invisible Spirit
Ahmad Al-Khatat

The night is long, long as
the stars are falling apart
and so my tears are the
rain on the child's cheeks

I thought that love would
make us lucky, and happy
until I realized that one of us
must pretend that I'm dead

Trust was the most beautiful
word we have had in our talks
sadly, it was replaced with a
betrayal and dangerous faith

The invisible spirit forgot to
teach me how to die without
weapon, nor a case of twelve
beers, yet the night is still long

Photograph by Ilkin Safterov

Read My Wounds

I don't deserve to live in this world
mainly, because my dreams are hidden
from me as my bare feet are chained

Maybe my time should have ended as
every night, my eyes begin to cry,
she disappeared from my cigarette
smoke and was harder to drink just water

My hopes are the graffiti on the walls
after the fire, nothing stays but my ashes.
keep my story away from your loving ones
just remember that you have read my wounds

Make peace with love from the body
of someone you trust, to share more than a
lips kiss, as my mistakes are my everyday lies
to hide my death on my last birthday

Photograph by Rennett Stowe

Roofs of Dreams

The roofs of memories are dusty
as much as the roofs of my dreams
even when my heart beats like a
wild animal and never dies in my mind

My mother’s first cookie tasted of strong
grief, since then I understood the
reasons why my baby was endlessly crying
as he now knows that he was born,

He was born to die with a civilian’s uniform
and never look beyond the sunset.
The baby girl now knows she will always
be a widow, and the uncrowned queen

Autumn leaves in Montreal have fortunes,
but in Baghdad they have wheels of misfortunes
while orphans sing along with ashes of
angels in heaven fall in the sea of lost freedom

Photograph by Isabella Mendes

Expensive Prayer

I wish I had more mistakes than sins
I want to have my brain cells fully damaged
as the friend I always trusted before is
now a dark cloud in my miserable season

Love is blind more than love is happiness
as it is an expensive prayer for me
even my siblings are deaf to hear the beats
of my broken heart from the liquor I drink

Grains of salt are above the roof of my mouth
meanwhile, I never swam in a salty ocean
nor; added salt on my tasteless plates of food
I just lick salt off my hand after I drink a few shots

I respect more faces then they deserve
only death is the path to end my anxieties
dark poems won't solve anything about life
those tears will later fall along with ruby blood

Ahmad Al-Khatat, was born in Baghdad, Iraq on May 8th. He has been published in several press publications and anthologies all over the world and has poems translated in several languages. He has published three poetry books "Wounds from Iraq," “The Bleeding Heart Poet,” and “Love On The War’s Frontline” which are available on Amazon. Most of his new and old poems are also available on his official page Bleeding Heart Poet on Facebook. 

I'll start with a live version of Dr. Lonnie Smith's "All in My Mind":

This is his "Devika," also live:

Since Ahmad is living in Montreal these days, I thought I'd include Leonard Cohen's "Dance Me to the End of Love":

If you would like to purchase Ahmad's latest book, here is a link:

I just noticed that he also has some work in an anthology that pays tribute to Leonard Cohen: