Chain Poems

We are in chains Our life is a dream With lot many strains We can’t scream In clouds and rains In search of a beam Which may take in? All shadowy ways And make it a sin Without any craze

You’ve never starved yourself you’ll never be a runway model and for a time that made you sad never to be like an Amazon – though you found out they burnt off their right breast to make archery easier –

As age catches on, Wrinkles appear, Beauty fades, But eyes still twinkle. Soul lights up, The most crinkled one, With an intense eye, Deeper than most. A chain of memories, Of all seasons, Brighten up the days, In the sunset

My room was the old garage attached to the house festooned with posters and dirty underpants my father’s Mercedes was a sacred relic with a flavor of old leather upholstery. It rested in its own building. there must have been

A quite and a peaceful dawn Woke up with a yawn Sang a gospel song The phone rang for so long With someone on the horn Knew something was wrong It was a news so bad About the death of

Now I have decided to break the chain; have no more desire to love the rain- if you ever again, want to hold me tight, you got to defeat me, in my own fight! I won’t let you forget the

A falling raindrop, Clear as a crystal, Hang on a leaf, Till it splashes down. There’s nothing, As magical as the rain, Falling on the hillside, And rolling down in a chain. There’s music in the rain, As they fall

Were I decreed a free choice of fate, Insouciant orioles! We shall be one! Gold-tainted-black, early morn or late, I flit-flirt with you in the sun. No gravity of custom flags me down No laws forbid me to fly, flit

In a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head, Are the broken toys of a childhood, laid to rest in premature separation. Drowned emotions and strangled feelings, together dressed in black, Are shadows of an inquisitive soul

Listen, it’s New Year, Keralite man. The lamp is lit with the oil of sesame seeds sweet a melody moves in me music that says I am far away, far it says. The flowers, yellow blossoms of gold, placed on

A queer experience it is A feeling that defies description An emotion beyond expression Giving a daughter away , you don’t know how to name it . Is it a sense of self appreciation at having performed a parental duty

I still can feel the warmth of your hand on mine My eyes carry your beautiful figure and image For my lonely soul beauty was fine like wine For excellence of love chain let be on one page Let us

Life is like bubbles in drizzling rain So, transitory in nature but full of pain Broken chain in chain less chain All loss terms hurriedly into gaiTraged Without destination fast running train With intensity makes sane insane Bruises of heart

With roots wrinkled and parched, standing upright bluntly and lifelessly, And the green cloak being lost and you adore a thin skin of brown rusty bark falling in bits and pieces. The long chain of ants are seen no more

She sat by the fireplace waiting, For her husband’s returning. It was Christmas Eve, He would get an early leave. She had laid the table, Switched on the light cable. The fire was warm, There was a quiet charm. The

FITS AND STARTS For a cold winter’s day When you’re, maybe, all sad and forlorn, Here’s a tale, Which, to many, may not be known. It may not be a mystery, it may not evoke fear, But it shall make

Life is like bubbles being made in summer drizzling rain So, transitory in nature but full of pain broken chain In chainless chain all loss termed into gain Without destination, fast running train With intensity makes sane insane Bruises of

Once I went upon a time On tender foot down a far fled lane A tangled haunt of yesterdays astray Long was my hunt for a fondness or A certain door A value or an anchor For a ship to

Remember the times when you were younger You broke your knee and survived a fall You shrugged and smiled and took it in your stride You were so brave and endured it all Laughed it off when others scoffed And

Temptation- Part One Its evening and I’ve finished my class. I run through stairs, pass by corridors, And brisk walk down the lane. A dancer swaying in the peak hour trance. I reach the station, no intention to miss the

You are welcoming, nice and caring Respectful, loyal and understanding Humorous, assertive, secure and true Always there… yes that’s you. Special, open-minded, exciting and wise Honest and helpful, with honest dark eyes Sympathetic, forgiving, cheerful and sweet Yes that’s you…

Years gone by and we are all still fools For the silly things we laughed at school Farting and burping and breaking the rules Making large bubble gum circles whilst swimming in the local pool Playing tennis in the summer

O, bemused mystery of wonder! You are the silver chain of fancy And evening mentor of joys high! And happy boon at noon Or midnight’s roaring void And wintery smile in moon? Or perennial source of ecstasy Or eternal source

Suppression and I were rivals Or so I thought; Since that summer which felt More like spring While striving to Suppress a laugh that Escaped my mouth, The hem of my t-shirt Stuffed into my mouth, Amidst an otherwise serious

I painted a pitted brick wall whitewashed it with a sable round brush size 0 blotting out my memories in every rough pit a map of hell surely torture and death can’t last forever grinding lime tasting sweat snowblind I

I remember the days past, the years past they all passed so fast as I take a walk on memory lane my mind remembers the rains, the pains and the gains and it places a strain on my brain because

The elevator smells like a woman I knew for a day back when I wasn’t such a behemoth could resist the mouth-temptations of savor and texture it was a bar and I was under-age but no one spotted the guilty

We were the best of friends All summer long and through the fall and winter Cruising through the worlds we knew On beat-up bikes in faded jeans and sneakers Weaving in and out of high adventure Knee deep in grassy

Cold, hatred, full of sin All the evil in the world within Turning all dreams into nightmares Throwing put downs everywhere To your worst enemy she will chain you Expecting you to one day be like her too She is

Does it come? Does it leave? If it comes, why doesn’t it leave? Can you see, what it seems. But if you know what it really is. Why don’t you tell me and let me see that it really is

Missing you is the happiest feel when you miss me the same I do, Dreams!!! No you aren’t in my dreams, I just close my eyes,make many wishes, As you’re laying me on your shoulder, Holding me closer to your

The body was arched in a denial mode on the rose bed, unsettling human emotion in the train of lots. A broken chain of thoughts outranking the holiness of crime. I am not getting the signals of fire, sparks or

Why should I be a trophy to adorn your shelves? Why should I be a kite with a broken string? Why should my flight be halted? Why should I mount the altar of martyrdom? Why should I not bare my

Cold, hatred, full of sin All the evil in the world within Turning all dreams into nightmares Throwing put downs everywhere To your worst enemy she will chain you Expecting you to one day be like her too She is

Bipolar Disorder is a strongly built conglomerate of depression and mania that yet fails to monopolize on the brain of it’s victim when under medication. Medication to bipolar disorder is like an audit; closely inspected, then revised when an error

Full of beauty youth in prime Lovely lass in early time Full of fragrance and sublime Asking me to commit a crime No one can beat her grace When sparkles light on her face Being descendant of charming race Beauty

Though by birth born in a caste predominantly of business class where Goddess Lakshmi loves to reside, He grew up in the company of sacred caste predominantly of learned class where Goddess Saraswathi would settle Right from his tender age

BEGONE ERA Memories of Childhood are like a shining diamond in the chain of events Children of different era have different set of memories Tested and cherished children’s games of one particular era are sure to supercede games of the

Where did you come from? Every ancestor you ever had, had to beget with who they begot. If any link in the chain begot with someone different. If someone turned left instead of right. You’d not be here today. By

The wait continues, And it continues still,- Sick of the happenings, My mind echoes “Release” I’ve travelled much, halted more; Failures and eddies – O they were so much more. My mind is not my friend, It incites agony, as