Kavya, August 2003
Living in a Distant Universe
The fishes are dying, one by one, Cursed and mauled by a bigger, angrier fish. It is nice to see some unevenness Even in an ecosystem of an aquarium.
Once a sage of a writer asked “Do your eyes light up When your children enter the room?” I am yet to see that light in your eyes, mother.
All you have for me are questions. Questioning the same questions again and again As if you don’t trust the right answer. What is it? I don’t speak clearly enough for you? I must be overly immersed With my intellectual ability that I have somehow abandoned the Basics of speaking clearly. You are the one at fault now, mother. My world now crumbles under my feet And slides away like a distant universe. I am ashamed by all this. Care to rectify it, mother?
26 March 2003 |
A Creative Process
There are only 2 things that matter Enough for you to question them: My studies and my weight. Doesn’t it occur to you that I’m much more than that? You say my poems are intense And difficult, and hardly ever makes sense. I think by now I realize how futile Your comment are because I still make My poems difficult to read. It is sad that it takes a tragedy for me To proliferate creative art, like poetry. I hardly have any more ideas to elaborate. Tell me, is it entirely a sin that I love myself better than you? I know it’s wrong So what should I do?
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Loneliness Lesle Denver
loneliness makes life tragic loneliness is the work of devil if you are lonely your world would be without imagination ... a place without dream and fantasy
Nila, 15 July 2003 |
Who Is She? Logeswaran
When you look at her she won't look at you When you turn back she would turn to you When you talk to her she won't listen to you If you are late she'll scream at you But if she is late you should take it easy If you don't see her one day she think you don't love her But if she doesn't call you should know she loves you!
Nila, 15 July 2003 |