"administers" poems
Pickled on quixotic tonics
he strives for a polyglot's poise,
balancing plaster peas
at the end of his tippler's tongue.
But the rough-surfaced pearls prickle
his too-ticklish bed of pink,
and gulped down, he administers
only a lessoned indigestion.
Flipping the flop, he prevaricates
himself into the tight-fit corners
of a parallelogram traced
by unsolemn processionals
bedecked in platitudinous finery.
Their porous smirks drip sticky
reminders of a plethora
of previously pernicious exercises
and dampen his fluffy ambition,
prodding procrastinations until
his drunken promise dries out
to become a posthumous wish.
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 5:03 PM UTC
The shadows get frighteningly long,
he watches in silence like a painter
whose mixed up colors in the palette
are found to be of no use, the pictures
are muddled by inept handling of colors.
once colorful skyline is suddenly
pecked in to pieces by winds,
the belligerent evening birds in discord;
the child playing in the park now gives up
her carefully structured house,
receiving cues from swarms of darkness,
looks at her mother as if she isn't interested,
anymore, as if feeling the encroaching loneliness.
"Evening is a spoiler of beautiful things"
he jots down on the page of the day in his mind
"it's enticing beauty is just a masquerade"
a truth he would vouch as a fact of life.
It's time to be back home, the dusk falls
holding mom's finger she goes
back to the lighted space of warmth
that has an assurance of kiss any moment,
on his way she sends a smile, just a stranger
till two days before, as if saying "See you tomorrow"
this little one is a fresh guest of breeze
a pure blessing, sunshine rare in winter.
This rusted garden bench knows him well,
the fragrance of mango blossoms from a land distant
in a season long past still spreads the scent of musk
touches somewhere deep, brings
memories from a land so far, a land where
evenings were spent under the shades of mango trees
in exhilaration, awaiting the mango fruit season.
A change in the lighting of sky overturns everything.
time administers it's hidden poison drop by drop,
the memories of an evening from afar asks in a feeble voice
"Will the child come to the park to play tomorrow again?"
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
My Principal is forever ready to explore
New things from students who implore
And set a new goal for them to outscore
In their own life. He is ready to restore
Intellect and discipline in school therefore
Stands out and administers students’ footsore.
Cherian sir the one who is fighting war
Against anxiety and worry on door,
Which pester children and occasionally gore
Their morale and self-esteem. They spoor
Away from study which he sojourns before
They reach to larger extent and be cocksure.
Never he criticizes without any reason poor,
As he is a positive thinker. All of us roar
Which is pacified by him but for sure.
He is the man of principles and decor
Whose blessings on all of us ever pour.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC
i dont get it
i dont get us
sometimes im not sure i get anything
it might just be my downfall;
trying so hard to grasp it all
helplessly adrift, i fee like a rag doll.
people have the gall to portray what they are not,
we fight for equality
when honesty is an anomaly,
give credit to the pathetic
while the empathetic medic
administers an anesthetic
so ***** can save a life, unnoticed
but focused on which celebrity, out of Beverly
who got another synthetic appendage, unsatisfied with their genetic
aesthetic over utility
delusion over reality
we as a society coward away from reality
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC
You are the enticing novel
I love to curl around on a rainy day
Like a steaming mug of hot chocolate
You thaw the freeze covering me inside
You are the never ending box of tissues
Dabbing at the overflowing crest of my tears.
It’s as if you are the doctor
Who administers me my medicine
You are my sanctuary, my confidante, my love
But most importantly,
You are mine
(K.R.S)
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 3:40 AM UTC
Her lipstick venom with a blood stained tank top, I'm an upbeat victim on a vertical bed,
shackled and locked.
She's my sinister nurse she administers pain, like a clinical curse swiftly corrupting my veins,
one eyes forced open, one eyes sewn shut, one heart gets broken while the other one's left
covered in blood.
Asylum love fell for her shy little smile, tried to bait me in for her next human trial.
The sickness goes viral as I'm lured to the test room, my senses bloom
like I'm probably dead soon.
I barely could think, let alone could I contemplate, that my own fate was to be shatter by the first date.
Forgot where it went, all the love in her locket, guess we've been spent by the drugs in my pocket.
I looked to her eyes like she had something different, only to realize that my lenses were twisted
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 2:10 AM UTC
Forgotten
- she falls apart.
She curls up on her side of an empty bed.
His memory burns her eyes as his touch had stained her skin.
She cries,
"Lord, let me hold him, one last time."
She buries her head in her pillow as she would have buried her head in his chest.
Too tired to keep fighting,
her lips barely muster the strength to whisper that she loves him,
as she says goodbye.
In a desperate attempt to alleviate her pain,
she administers herself a lethal potion of sedative-hypnotics and alcohol,
drifting her into a deep sleep
where she is no longer bound
by suffering
and freed
from the possession
of her demons.
He found her
tightly clutching her pillow.
God, if only he had told her how delicately beautiful she was.
In that moment,
he was just as broken as she
and tears tenderly flowed down his cheeks.
He walked over to her
and kissed her on her forehead.
"Lord, let me just tell her that I love her."
He sat next to her on the empty side of the bed
and held her hands in his
- one last time
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 1:22 PM UTC
incite expletive
insides erupt
medial temporal
mediates chaotic
administers quell
regain yourself
doctor jekyll
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC