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Best Poems Written by Madhavi Krishnan

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Procrastination

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.

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The Beast

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.

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Brown

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?

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The Broken Vase

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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Average

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.