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Madhavi Krishnan Poem
Skimming through paragraphs,
I seem to stretch time and shrink my attention
Underlining words I can't grasp
With my limited span of concentration,
Creating art I can't explain
Stick men and asymmetrical shapes,
Spiralling into mazes and dotted lines
Lost in an alphabet jungle.
Encircling page numbers,
Decorating the margins with unflattering flowers,
Marking pages with , blue, pink, fluorescent ink, washing them dry
And awfully bright, missing out on the 'fatality rate' mentioned.
Little wings sprouting from a wavering mind, flying away from topics of discussion.
Dragging my imaginary feet across events in memory;
faces and voices muffled and in disarray
Eyes still glued to statistics and rates,
But seeing ten thousand flickery lights ;
dreams of glitter and starry nights.
Thoughts then seem like little bubbles,
helping me procrastinate much longer.
A finger snap would sound like a rifle shot at this point,
Shattering the world I made,
And awareness rising from rubbles,
Would speak for itself, about things I cannot evade.
Copyright © Madhavi Krishnan | Year Posted 2018
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Madhavi Krishnan Poem
Anger is an alarm to the inner beast,
With clenched fists and teeth,
Slowly drawing hefty breaths,
Biting into words and stamping the floor beneath
He’s deformed and blind, thoughtless and irrational,
How do you tame him? Food, shower or electric shock?
How do you stop him from breaking knuckles and clocks ? Lock
Him in isolation, hug and whisper few kind words or joke
About how he is green and ugly and rabid like a Biting dog,
He struggles to drive off the buzz in his ears and
shake away the bugs throbbing his temporal veins,
Agonized , he looks for anything sharp and painful,
All he finds is a pencil with a broken lead.
He scribbles a note in disgust, spilling a few tears and bleeds
His heart out on paper .
Then he succumbs to the only drug that can cure,
No more beastly silhouettes can be seen,
Neither the satanic screams nor the blood shot eyes,
As harmless as can be written,
When he sleeps, he’s soft as a kitten.
Copyright © Madhavi Krishnan | Year Posted 2018
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Madhavi Krishnan Poem
What is not brown? Your teddy bear’s fur?
The coffee you sip or the chocolate you nibble?
The mud that gives your greens? Or your boots made of leather?
Falcon’s feathers or your own eye’s color?
Desert dates or Moses honey? Autumn leaves drenched in a dirt puddle?
Your guitar’s wood? Or the spices in your food?
Sundried wheat or almonds roasted? clotted blood or wounds unfazed?
Then why when it comes to skin are you so troubled?
Copyright © Madhavi Krishnan | Year Posted 2018
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Madhavi Krishnan Poem
When we found each other, I wondered what attracted you to a broken vase, the fervor of putting together the pieces of a puzzle or the awe of seeing light pass out through its cracks, I wonder why you stayed making me stronger, echoed my every laughter, whispered kind words for me to hear and still asked nothing in return, I wonder why I believed when you said you will never leave me or why I shrugged it off when you warned me not to fall in love with you, cause I knew we couldn’t, I wonder how I built the walls of trust around us and failed to see how you could possibly hurt me within the same walls, I wonder why you told me I should be the first person on my list and I wonder why I never listened, cause if I had I wouldn’t have put you above me, I wonder why i felt special when you told me you tell me everything and you never would want to lose me , I still search for truths in those lies, I still look for anything that would hide the burns, I wonder why you didn’t teach me to forgive and forget cause now I have to learn it myself, I wonder how you made a weapon out of my fears and miseries and used it against me, I wonder if I was struck by its blow or tumbled down on my own, trust is a slippery word you see, I wonder whether you noticed my ears bleed to the things I never wanted you to say or how my eyes started to recognize you as a person you promised never to become, I wonder if you are mad at me for never to have understood you, I tried and now I see that you are broke too, but can one broken vase help another?
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Madhavi Krishnan Poem
AVERAGE
In artistic pursuits, he might indulge,
But to excel , he makes the weakest budge.
Leaving everything half baked and rushed,
But leaving nothing untouched.
He might not top the race
Lest no sweat will he waste.
He wont scurry past as the last number,
With fluke he is rendered to pass,
This jack of all trades,
Mastered the average.
Mediocrity became accepted,
as a state of being not too good, yet good.
And there came many hills, in his way
Conquering without fear,
With every climb, tumbled on a stone
That was labeled – average.
Copyright © Madhavi Krishnan | Year Posted 2018
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