Syam Madappattu Poet Free verse

Itching

My son is always on the wings of  hurricane
         though he breathes as a gentle breeze
         No doubt,one day his father may be uprooted
         Like a juggler he plays, not with balls, 
         but with dates and figures.

         Dad tell me about  this pact
         Dad tell me about that treaty
         Dad who were on the other side
         Dad who were they

         But his father keeps mum always 
         Why should one slip over the moss
         Silence is the panacea to switch off his libido

         That night was not unusual
          His questions paraded before a drooped head

         Reeling in the whirls of intoxication
         I dissolved my self in a peg of vodka
         Locked the dungeons of past, present and future
         Sprouted in his mother's veins

         I melted her with kisses         
         
         But somewhere in the darkness
         I could hear wriggling, groaning 
         Paws groping,jaws widening
         
         I could feel a medal swelling on my chest
         Blood is crying,sweat is gasping

         My friend, let me be frank
         That night,from head to heel
         itching snailed over me.Still scratching

         An unhealed wound is burning as an ember.

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Kathryn Collins March 13, 2014 at 11:06 AM Dear Syam The depth, depth, depth here agitates the soul. I wish I could clearly grasp in the mind what I feel in the heart. Kathy

Eileen Manassian January 12, 2014 at 8:10 PM Powerful write.....We are all walking wounded in some way....No one is whole. The ending of this poem brought that home so well....

Daver Austin January 12, 2014 at 9:28 AM I;ve read and reread this one, Syam, and still cannot arrive at complete understanding. I am so literal. Chew on me for awhile. Love, daver

S.Zaynab Kamoonpuri January 11, 2014 at 9:12 AM Woah fascinating! A unique topic super fun to read. Even itching is cool if it makes such a sensational poem! D metaphor is grand too.

Toquyen Harrell January 11, 2014 at 7:09 AM Thanks for sharing, Syam. A very strong yet gentle write. I like it :)

Ravindra K Kapoor January 11, 2014 at 4:25 AM Nice touching write Syam blended with the memories of past and thank you for your kind words on my Mulberry Poem. Love and best always..Ravindra K Kapoor.

Sara Kendrick January 10, 2014 at 5:21 PM Very expressive work..Reads like a very unusual love affair..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara

Bl Devnath January 10, 2014 at 12:20 PM The last line is like monoku, the essence of your poem. Loved your style of painting with beautiful words to depict the same. Loved always, my friend of PS, bl

Roger Horsch January 10, 2014 at 9:22 AM Hello Syam, I loved reading this poem it is so full of emotion. And when you write with emotion, that's when you write the best. Nice job.....Roger

Poet Destroyer A January 10, 2014 at 8:11 AM Syam, the poem is deep, beautiful and one of the most heartfelt poems I've read. I melted her with kisses, --epic imagery. thank you for the gripping write. makes me think, how deep your emotions go. impressed. don't change anything from this poem.... hugs.... Linda

Anne-Lise Andresen January 9, 2014 at 12:29 PM - A well written poem and messages Syam! - Thanks for visiting on my last poem, enjoyable ! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)