A thought, an idea, a view, an opinion,
A reflection, a discussion
In lyrical, arranged or lucid words.
A poem can be about an old diary,
A poem can about an album of photographs,
A poem can be about a drama seen.
What will inspire when who can but say it?
A poem can be Valentine Day cards,
A poem can be about olden letters, telegrams.
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Man is a walking shadow,
They too are but shadows,Your shadow, my shadow, the shadow of life,The world a shadow.I am a shadow, you are a shadow, they are shadows,Shadowy is this existence of ours,History of ours shrouded in mystery,Shadowed life, shadowed presence of ours,Shadow, shadow, only shadowsIn life and the world.
Poetry for Parthasarathy
Dealing with hisOverseas sojourn and education,Trial with adjustment,ExileAnd homecoming,A poet ethnic and racial,Tamil and Dravidic,Searching his self and entityTo be back home.
Your tear-eyed face
Tears shedded,Half of them wiped, half of them unwiped,I cannot see them, see them, my love,Cannot, cannot view them soTo be falling from.You sobbing and breaking downAnd I seeing turningA stone,What can I do,What can you?Julie, I love you,Love you,I love you,Have I.Only one thing that remember I,Julie I love you,Love you.Only one thing that…
Friends, ladies and gentlemen,
Modern, modernistOr post-modern?You say it,What am I?My modernity,Where is it leading toAnd where am I going,From to colonial to contemporary?
Let me, let me be a red China rose
Let, let me be a red china roseAt the Ankleted Blackly Holy Foot of the Mother.O, let me, let me be a flower offered toThe Artistic and Sculptural Leg Divine of the Mother,Just the replica of the one Leg Divine of KaliAnd I a hibiscus offered to!
Each and every year
BringsTo our memoryThe picture,PictureOf,Of the Father,Father of the NationMohandas KaramchandGandhi,Mahatma GandhiFondly calledBapuWith love.
A hopeless shadow
Without a friend
With whom to share
Some happiness,
Sometimes, a sorrow
Which in the end,
Is simply
Life’s truest blend.
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In Poetry
Become wordsWords becomeFire,Fire becomesLove and desireBegging,To be heard.
In our lonely,
Personal World, so fundamentalSo important for us, as individualsAnd so necessary for us to survive,Always thoughts,That come and go,That we’re not obligedTo loudly express,That are ours and only ours,Individualism thrives.Call this, personal inner lifeOr vibrations, never stillThat influence your willYour surroundings and your,Individual skills.No government,Made up of lying tanglesAnd theories that arrangeFor our demise,Has a…
How ‘Dull’ life would be,
If we’d know right from wrong,If instead of teaching hate,We taught Love, instead,And crime did not mutilate,All those that it has bled.
We think,
But we don’t,Our petty brains,Have not the span,To even comprehend,What is man?
They say,
Now,21st century that’s obsolete,Now, you’ll be able to wear,Your Computer on your wrist,What’s coming next?Your mind will become,Someone you can text?Someone with whom to converse?If so, goodbye forever loneliness.
Lies, Lies, Lies,
And dies,If Lies were money,We’d be the richest country,In the World, Honey.