"idid" poems
From Chundanthuruth to Madrid
I was driving
On an errand
That was not really urgent
In the car, a song
Not actually sweet
Not even beautiful
Was playing in a hum..
Whenever I got bored
Looked at the sky
The sky too looked back
Once I winked at it
Teasingly..
Since the sky could not wink
Closing one eye
It shot a frightening glance
At me; said
" get lost, mind your business! "
I kept driving..
Beyond Kalamasseri
At the container road signal
Stood a man
Signalled to stop
No sooner did I stop
Than he got inside
And sits authoritatively
On the seat to my left
Regarding my song
Neither too sweet
Nor that beautiful
With contempt..
(In looks, a gentle man, infact a rogue
I said in brackets )
Though Idid not like much
I asked him his name
' Life ' he said
Ah!
Since it was my first
Encounter with "Life"
Asked his initials too
Without paying heed
Life played a song
I did not like
Life played another song
I did not like at all
Life played a different song
I did not, did not like
Life played different different songs
I did not like
Life played song
I did not like
Life played song
I did not like
Life played song
I did not like
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Malaamparamp, moolampilly
High court junction
Marine drive
On the way to Madrid
Life kept on playing
Different different songs
My "I dont like, I dont like"
Continued
Life again played a song
I did not like it
Again I did not like
Again and again
I did not like
Life
Then
Played a song
I liked it a bit
I liked it a bit more
Bit by bit
I liked that song
Liked the song
Liked the song very much
Liked only that song
That song became mine
That song became me
What to say;
I even danced
To that song
Just then
Just then
Once again
I asked Life
His initials
Laughingly it said
" Life.PK"
(Translated by Vijayalakshmi Murthy)
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 1:33 PM UTC
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HELLO WORLD!
Posted on April 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
This Feeling iS So Amazing.
Youll LOVE IT
More Like Fall inlove and Become Sick Dope Sprung,
iKnow iDid.
Fell For iTs Blinded Tricks So Easily
iTll Greet You And Come To You Nice And Sweetly
A Rush
The Feel As iF You Just Accomplished More Than
100 Things At Once.
A Sunshine Glow
Euphoric Flow
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
The Struggle Of
Being Dependent On A Substance.
Especially Stimulating Wise
Is So Difficult
My Negative Emotions Are What
Lead me to wanting to
Go and use.
To Get Away Relive
My Weaken Mind.
By Taking The Stress worries racing
Thoughts away
Dissapering Up in smoke
The Sad Feeling,
Every Time iFeel Blue
A Reminder Pops Up remembering
iHave A Cure to turn to.
Numbs Me All Completely
Since im addicted, idont get that first happy feeling, like idid in
The Beginning.
Makes All my pain and misery leave
Yes iknow, temporarily
As iConsume, its consuming
My Natural Happiness Permanently.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
Alone on an island
Alone in my mind
Why can't they hear me?
Why are they blind?
I speak silent words to long deafened ears
I hold back emotion with unshed tears
I sit and I ponder of where this must be
Am I a mirage?
Is this really me?
"Who are you"?, they asked
I couldn't reply
I had not an answer
Idid not know why
I've searched and I've searched in the depths of my head
Am I a survivor or one of the dead
"A whole world is waiting", they simply replied
"It's yours for the taking if you can decide"
That's when I knew somewhere deep in my heart
There is never an ending, unless there is a start
So, I have discovered alone in my thoughts
"You" never find "You" unless you have sought
The reason for being
The reason you're here
You can be the huge ocean, or just one tiny tear
Dec 27, 2009
Dec 27, 2009 at 12:02 PM UTC
what Idid is
i looked right
cutting through
the brambles and shale
and into
your very chest
and (
what
saw
i
were
such beauty
so
colours
and
deeply
stitched
) in you
i have spied
almost breaking flowers
about whom i'd draw my
careful hands and cup
them carry them
in my heart those
nearly caving stemmed
roses i'd
love
them
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 5:21 PM UTC