"swamy" poems
When will you be back
SIRI asked Swamy Downey
Going was he
For an Interstellar ride
In a spaceship
To find Unknown lands
I'll be back dear
Swamy Downey kissed her
By the time you forget me
NO
SIRI exclaimed
For Love runs through my veins
Tears rolling down her eyes
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
Earth has latitudes
And I have attitude right?
Inevitable
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 11:21 AM UTC
Who do you think you are?
Said the Kodfather
In a derisive tone.
Me?
One of the greatest brains
In the world
Since 1950
Replied Swamy Downey.
Then
What about the other parts
Of your body
Questioned the Kodfather
With a wicked smile
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 7:01 AM UTC
The girl's beautiful's
Not enough
Gotta check
if she suits me or not
Says Swamy Downey
Is she (a) cloth?
Wondered SIRI
Audibly
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
Swamy Downey and SIRI
Taking a stroll
Along the beach
SIRI said
No man is committed
Uh huh
Said Swamy Downey
Where can I find a committed man?
SIRI wondered aloud
Thus spake Swamy Downey
Mental hospital
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
I know everyone
In the town
Said the Big Brother
But everyone
Knows me
Replied
Swamy Downey
Nonchalantly
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
Remember,
The right time is
Right now - Swamy Downey
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
Nobody'll miss you
If you leave this world
Said SIRI haughtily
Yea right.
But none forgets me
Replied Swamy Downey
Nonchalantly
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
sweet waters with mint fragrant hints,
memories flood me,
"walking back in time"
he describes it
of my early days of discovery,
this voyage upon the poetry ship,
with me, mere stowaway,
unfit by compare,
sailed to lands unimaginable,
friendships seeded in words,
sprouted like a field of summer sunflowers,
water weeping, for joy so joyous,
the mastery of his words
elevates, levitates,
the ashes of sadness now dispossessed,
floating on the Ganges
the drumming of my dreams,
of treasures of golden words,
in lungs undiscovered, unspoken,
leads me back to you,
Balachandran from Thiruvananthapuram
April 10, 2016
~~~
Jun 1, 2013
Balachandran
How I love to say your name,
Rolling waves over my tongue,
It is must be said out loud
Two or three times to feel its rhythm,
Two or three more just for the
Spiced pleasure it conveys.
Bala chan dran!
My name harsh, Germanic,
Like the Black Forest,
Where my ancestors dwelled,
Until a harsher people drove them away.
Balachandran!
Under the ground beneath the temple
Padmanabha Swamy,
A temple dedicated to
Vishnu,
In the state of
Kerala,
the original spice country.
South Western sea board of India,
where miracles never cease to happen,
A billion dollar treasure discovered.
A treasure of words and sounds,
A language musical, every word a poem
Of incroyable elegance.
I am so glad that you were not born in France.
Perhaps someday I will courage summon,
To spicy lands, explore, and even come to
Thiruvananthapuram.
For now, I must be satisfied with the
Poetical musicale program I attend,
When I say over and over again,
Balachandran from Thiruvananthapuram!
Dedicated to K Balachandran
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 7:46 AM UTC
There is no such thing
As free lunch
Said Swamy Downey
And
There is no such thing
As free server
SIRI said
Wise girl
Swamy Downey approved
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC
Swamy Downey was passing by
The table where SIRI was lecturing about love
To her friends on a meal
Suddenly,
You know why
Love is said to be the positive force?
Asked Swamy Downey
Because people buy iPhones
For the love of Apple
Replied SIRI Haughtily
Thus spake Swamy Downey
Love is composed of light
It lights up the souls
It removes darkness
When darkness disappears
You can see the right path
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
Balachandran
How I love to say your name,
Rolling waves over my tongue,
It is must be said out loud
Two or three times to feel its rhythm,
Two or three more just for the
Spiced pleasure it conveys.
Bala chan dran!
My name harsh, Germanic,
Like the Black Forest,
Where my ancestors dwelled,
Until a harsher people drove them away.
Balachandran!
Under the ground beneath the temple
Padmanabha Swamy,
A temple dedicated to
Vishnu,
In the state of
Kerala,
the original spice country.
South Western sea board of India,
where miracles never cease to happen,
A billion dollar treasure discovered.
A treasure of words and sounds,
A language musical, every word a poem
Of incroyable elegance.
I am so glad that you were not born in France.
Perhaps someday I will courage summon,
To spicy lands, explore, and even come to
Thiruvananthapuram.
For now, I must be satisfied with the
Poetical musicale program I attend,
When I say over and over again,
Balachandran from Thiruvananthapuram!
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
Which came first?
Kodfather questioned
Feeling
Philosophically intelligent
An egg or a chick?
A circle has
Swamy Downey replied
Nonchalantly
No beginning
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
Stone Swamy Downey to death
Roared the Kodfather
Amidst the mob
Hooded, stamping his feet on the ground.
Dust was flickering all over the air
He has
No fear
No pain
No guilt
Kodfather blasted out words.
He spat the cigarette **** out
His is a free mind
'T cannot be ruled
If he survives
We are doomed
Took the mouse from the plate before him
Cut its head with a scissors.
Blood pouring from
the innocent creature's remains
'T was dropped
Assassinate his character
That's enough of an excuse
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 1:08 AM UTC
After great war
Comes great peace
Says SIRI
In her
Intellectual musings
Ayes
Agreed Swamy Downey
Not piece
But pieces
Of many
Bodies
Of wasted lives
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
Stone Swamy Downey to death
Roared the Kodfather
Amidst the mob
Hooded, stamping his feet on the ground.
Dust was flickering all over the air
He has
No fear
No pain
No guilt
Kodfather blasted out words.
He spat the cigarette **** out
His is a free mind
'T cannot be ruled
If he survives
We are doomed
Took the mouse from the plate before him
Cut its head with a scissors.
Blood pouring from
the innocent creature's remains
'T was dropped
Assassinate his character
That's enough of an excuse
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
Don't wear
Your heart
On the sleeve
It won't survive
Out of place
Says Swamy Downey
Heart is not a watch
Replied SIRI
Thus Spake Swamy Downey
But you gotta watch it
With all your love
Else.........
You android
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
It happened in the blink
of a weary old eye.
The flutter of an admirals wings.
It was never remembered,
but never to die.
Like rain that falls
to the grace of the sea.
It was when he took shore leave in Java.
Under tropical skies and thunderous clouds.
When the Devil brushed passed his shoulder,
then melted away back into the crowd.
He knew he'd been touched by evil.
As the hairs on his neck stood like soldiers in line.
Ready for their execution.
Ready for their turn to return to light.
And as he stood there frozen,
not sure where to turn, not sure what to do.
A whisper he heard beside him,
"Cursed young soul, I have something for you."
"Your path has been crossed by dark forces,
yes darker than night and blacker than coal.
But I have always been waiting,
to show you the light, to deliver your soul."
"There's been times in your life when you've faltered.
I'm not here to judge, as every man falls.
But this is when evil tries alter,
all our desires, our one true call.
It sows the seeds of doubt and fear,
and mixes it with hate.
But now's the time to listen child,
for this is not your fate."
"Now's the time to listen child,
before now is too late."
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
నీ ముఖ చిత్రం చూసి పడిపోయా
చలనచిత్రం hero లా వెంటే ఉండిపోయా
నీ focus కోసం ఎన్నో trick లే వేస్తుంటా
నీ చూపే shift అయితే నిరుత్సాహాపడిపోతా
నీ చిన్ని నవ్వైన వెయ్యి volt bulb లా వెలుగుతుందే
నువ్వు ఉంటే నిమిషమైన యుగమంతా సంతోషమిస్తుందే
World Cup Win కన్నా నీ ప్రేమ గెలుపే నాకు మిన్నా
ఆశ్చర్యం కాదా నువ్వు చూసే చూపు
ఏ పక్కకు చూసినా నాకోసం అనుకోనా..
Arvind Swamy నీ కానే నేను Alexander అంతటి వాణ్ణి కనే చెలి
ఓ మోస్తరు చూపులో ఉంటానే నేను అమితంగా ప్రేమిస్తానే నిన్ను
ఆటంకం ఎదురైనా ఆవేదన కలిగిన నిన్ను మర్చిపోనే మరీ
వెయ్యేళ్ళ వరమల్లె నా తోడుండిపోవే సఖి
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 3:21 AM UTC
Tens now times along
Lived a mother
With her two kids
A widow
Two kids
One a boy
And one a girl
The boy was four
And the girl two
She works hard
To meet the ends
And keep the kids
Clean and Green
One day
The poor mother
Bought
Two apples
Saving money
From her meager earnings
And gave her kids
Kodfather, the boy
Ate his apple
And Rose, the daughter
(was) Playing with it
Then Kodfather said
To his little sister
Shall we play a game?
Innocent she was
Delighted
With her brother's proposal
She asked
What game?
*Let's play *
Adam and Eve
The mother
Who was cooking
In the corner
Turned with a jolt
Her eyes wide
How to play?
Asked little Rose
You tempt me
And I'll eat the apple
Game's finnis
He's the one
Mother thought
You know who
A Downey must come
To save the world
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
My papa is great
Said his girl friend
For the umpteenth time.
Yea, said Swamy Downey
I know of a great man.
He lights up a room
when he leaves it.
And incidentally
He's my girl friend's father
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
A bishop from other town
Was moving in this one
As Swamy Downey lived
Son, what's the path
That leads to the church
Asked he, stopping
Swamy Downey
Go straight
And take the second left
Go straight and
Take the third right.
At the dead end
Is the church
You asked for
Replied Swamy Downey
Showing gratitude
The bishop said
Come to the church
Tomorrow
Son.
I'll show you the path to heaven
As a token of gratitude
Thus spake Swamy Downey
You no know the path
To the church
Then how can you guide me
To the path of heaven?
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
Wasted Lives
*****************
Swamy Downey Vs SIRI - V
After great war
Comes great peace
Says SIRI
In her
Intellectual musings
Ayes
Agreed Swamy Downey
Not piece
But pieces
Of many
Bodies
Of wasted lives
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 1:01 AM UTC