Scarlet sunny hands
Surfing smooth the sky azure
Turns the face lilac!
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 11:09 PM UTC
Many a moths around one flame
Life’s alluring inviting game
Many lose themselves; what to blame?
The desire to burn in is to blame...
This game goes on for fixed time
So long the wick burns cute a dame
The flame too has its demise tame!
Who sets this flirtatious game sublime?
-Kesav Venkat Easwaran-
20th October 2010
Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 2:01 AM UTC
The night bows out tired; in rushes reddish new dawn
What is ahead in store for him, knows not he forlorn;
From afar a bird chimes a broken welcome note mourn
To the light that shakes up at the distant horizon!
He wipes away the cobwebs of his hung over thoughts
Sticky wet, like the last drying silent tears spots…
His bugle of duty calls; beckons to take up arms
He must put on now his myths, wear the attitude calm;
The mountain paths lie ahead await the grind of rams
Those grief laden story wheels must roll on unalarmed!
Hail the country, hail the flag! He is one in a swarm;
His feels, he must forgo; his freedom in chains unarmed…
-Kesav Venkat Easwaran-
29th October 2010
Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 1:58 AM UTC
Dear me!
you wax and wane
akin to moon
display a crescent to full
differ lovingly day by day!
a no-moon day too gives
the longing to watch
a nascent frill on sky
next day!
-Kesav Venkat Easwaran-
August 2008
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 8:15 AM UTC
Frightful night
Eerie wind
No man on sight
Life no hint
The lone walker
On country side
The cemetery near
From wall behind
Heard words clear:
‘One for you
One for me!’
‘One for you
One for me!’
Rugged an’ rough
In tone repeat
Startled he stopped
Looked around
No one is seen
Moon missing
Awe; serene;
Stars hiding
Silence reigned!
Close he moved
Near shadow trees;
Wall inside
He now peeped
Darkness pierced
Breath dared!
What be there?
Two shadows weird!
Two Satan’s aids
Sharing souls?
Just released?
Repeating words
Suddenly stopped
Jackals howled
Far echoed!
Something heard
A thudding sound?
A voice now harsh
Came out rash:
‘The one there at
The entrance gate
I take; you wait
For the next in sight’!
Overheard he
Ran for life
No time to waste
Till another dies!
Few moments late
Two shadows moved;
Out of the gate
Two rag-men they
Came to sight
Picked up one
An apple there!
And walked straight…
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 2:23 AM UTC