To John Lennon’s Ghost

The shadows grow longer
Dreamweaver, walrus, John
You were the best ‘one’
Too bad ‘you’ got shot

I know what it must have been like
Trying to make sense of the light
Having in you even a shard of the damn truth
Too bad someone had to pick on you- of all people- to hate

You were the Vincent van Gogh of rock ‘n roll
I realized too late that of the four you mattered most…
You really tried not to lie
In your songs, as he did in his art

I hate saying this but I am still around
And somehow seem to have heard the call
Golden ball of thread in a spool
Unwinding in the dark of circumstance

Look how the rain beats on the window pane
Like tears trickling down my cheeks so pale
Trying to hold on to a broken rope
And haul oneself up with one hand – a tough haul!

I wasn’t one whit behind you, John
Carried that weight five hundred times my size
“An ant’s a centaur in his dragon world”
I do in poetry what you did in song

Tonight I miss your company, John
So I listen to your voice to be kept calm
But my heart catches in a spasm, listening –
Give me hope – you went deeper into the dark

Your voice, your songs, your lyrics, your poems
Well, it is okay, you left behind your primal screams
I am trying to sort out what can help me to escape
By listening to you and measuring the toll it took

Mind games, instant karma, love, God
Jealous guy, working class hero, woman, you said it all
I am just sitting here watching imaginary leaves fall
So I can catch them and from them a pattern to live draw

Out of all this confusion and chaos unasked
Trying to let the reel run on, reel the fishing line in
And look at the writhing worm and feel sad but no fear
And let the fishes go free in the ocean, just like me

And wait for hope and life and love
Surely beyond today there’s a day
When something is made of all this delay
And this waiting.

And my words too

– play.

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Dr A.V. Koshy is presently working as Assistant Professor in Dept. of English, Faculty of Arts and Humanities, Jazan University, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. He has authored or co-authored seven or eight books of poetry, theory and criticism. He is an editor and anthologist. He is also a distinguished teacher of the English language and literature and a critic, with a Ph.D in modern poetry, specifically Samuel Beckett's poems in English. He was a Pushcart Prize nominee for poetry in 2012 and his book Art of Poetry was selected as Best Reads 2012 by Butterfly and the Bee. He has been editor's pick on Camel Saloon thrice and poet of the month thrice in Destiny Poets UK besides often having his poems appear in the highly selected category. Has other international awards, diplomas and certificates to his credit too.

5 thoughts on “To John Lennon’s Ghost

  1. Santosh

    This is really a mesmerising read- poignant! Coming straight from the poet’s heart and touching the readers’ hearts. Beautiful.

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  2. Lopa Banerjee

    I had read this before, re-read it today. The brilliant echo of pain will linger in my mind for long after reading this. What a wonderful, poignant tribute, achingly beautiful!!

    Reply

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