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Kuttan Murukesan Poem
Uttered the Ranid in agony extreme
Embedded halfway within the vermin.
“ Shan’t we settle this in an amicable fashion?
Couldn’t you muse over my deepest notion?
Letting you with rising esteem into my domain
To feed on the apples of culture in bargain?”
Silence,
Awesome !
And then
A well meditated peristalsis.
“ Hang on.”
Let out wails like breaking vials
Little vibrant anuran panicking pale.
“merciful; be civil with me and kids
Who always stood by you in bids
Guarding your plights as if ours
Not your pride be hurt any hours.
Lawful and loyal and truthful the most,
Friendly and kindly, to thee and kin
Were we always, are we still, and will be
Not thee indulge in pacts like these
Think on ........”
Hissing,
Fierce and venomous.
Again the peristalsis planned
And on...on...on... on end.
Fall to the fathomless .
Enlightenment to the frog, but fatally late-
Gastric juice burns, blinds;
Inflicting numbness, inducing sleep;
Journey to nothingness....
And the serpent relaxed
Stretched its greenly long self in rest.
Mission accomplished,
Linger until the next.
Copyright © Kuttan Murukesan | Year Posted 2011
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Kuttan Murukesan Poem
FACE LIFT
“You need a face lift.”
Said the surgeon, his voice planned soft.
He can’t be wrong as he is proficient
He’s well counted, for he is efficient.
“Get rid the jowl, your skin saggy;
Cut out the wrinkles, will look pretty,
Can offer you a full or mini
Will add value to your money.
Go brilliant, graze pastures new,
Get assured with youth renewed
…… ….. ….. ….. ….. …. …. …”
True, but.
Falling leaves of withering autumn weather
Flakes of frozen dreams in snowing winter
Blooming herbs as if budding hopes ever
Kept lullabies for the infants born never
On your blackened lips a doting kiss that falter
Like a due trembles on the petal tender,
In the bedroom tinted with frosted despair
Half lit pub room where bass notes thunder
Fumes of crack to which vanity surrender
Torn off pages of existence lost for ever,
Oh dear!
Tell me,
Where will I find my face, my face, to perform
The lift?
Copyright © Kuttan Murukesan | Year Posted 2011
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Kuttan Murukesan Poem
WE
You walked with me always.
Not raising the slightest thud of step.
I looked around, looking for you in vain,
You’re smart , hid yourself so clever.
You read aloud form my hush,
To the mob uncaring and revelling,
To the whirlwind, to the falling autumn leaves
To the winter, to the nursing cover of snow,
To the warmth of the summer sunshine ,
And to me as well.
I asked you, hoping to solve the doubt.
You kept mum and away.
I shivered with passion to kiss and hug you,
With malice unique you disguised always.
Still we in course of time derived a strong
Bond in between,
A bond of dependence, of unity.
You at times are like me as I as you
I spoke to my wife, of you rather spooked,
“slightly insane” was her answer.
I looked at my daughters in anguish
They were too busy with homework.
wavering, I told my friend beloved,
“Have a bath to cool off and a drink then”
He was googling to discover wonders.
Went to my mom and siblings,
“Stop smoking, drinking and be fearful”.
Wrote to my publisher to seek relief
“Stop reading and write more to the mass.”
I know you smiling at my agony,
Still a company to me in my shadow.
We are bonded, why need soothing elsewhere?
What to call our relationship?
I struggle hard to find a word to tell it.
A word that has not lost its identity.
A word that still holds its meaning .
Copyright © Kuttan Murukesan | Year Posted 2012
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