Wednesday, December 30, 2009

My Quest

i write poems.
in their words
i express myself!

i pen stories.
in the characters
i portray myself!

yet, within me
is a quest
that seeks
the real
"I"

in the eye of the 'i'
i search for the 'I'

This pen_den_t by Viswas K P
Mob:09449825583 was awarded
appreciation at various Poetry
Reading Events)

In The College Canteen


Across the coffee table
she sat..
coffee cups
between us.
I looked into
her eyes...
coffee brown eyes.
Our eyes met, talked,
lips quivered, smiled.
Time melted..
we lovingly imaged into
each others eyes!
A fly committed
suicide in the cold coffee!!

This penning by Viswas K P
Mob:09449825583 was awarded
appreciation at numerous Poetry
Reading Events)

The Train of Life

(In Cherished and Ever-loving Memory of
Late VKK Achan, TI (C) C.Rly
Born 26.04.1924, Died 26.01.1979)


The guard gave the Signal,
There was a flutter of good byes.
The train started its journey of Life
racing on the railroads of dynamism
halting at stations,
spreading benevolence, happiness
and peace.

The Station Master
managed the Station of Life well,
and, the train passed
through the Yards of hard work
bestowing the goodwill of Life
trafficking through the crossings of Life.

The train reached
the Ultimate Terminus
of Life; and...
drifted away into that
Still Unknown Station
of Eternal Peace
without biding good byes!


(This eulogy was penned by Viswas K P
Mob: 09449825583 on 26.01.1979 on the
occasion of his uncle VKK Achan's death.
VKK Achan started his career in Indian Railways
as a Guard and progressed ahead. He was the
traffic in charge at the time of his death.)

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

A Heart on Her Lips



down memory lane
i travelled,
at the first
corner
of endless street
i met
almond eyes,
dimpled cheeks,
silk soft tresses...
My First Poem..
--She!

Further down
at the second
corner
nostalgic charm,
lyrical beauty
simple smile..
My Second Poem..
had me Enslaved!

at the third
corner
a bud
bloomed into
a flower
spreading
fragrant love
My Third Poem...
-- a bud, a flower!

i turned the corner
ventured into the
Sing Song Street,

loving memories
of the first words,
sweet nothings,
the first smile,
twinkle of love
in the eyes,
the first touch!

reveries of
time spent together,
dreams weaved together,
holding hands
in dark movie halls,

of cold coke
sipped together
from one bottle,

of silent, sweet
seconds spent
watching the Sun set!!




reminiscence of
the walk
in the rain
huddled
under an umbrella
of love,
wet cold

feeling
warmth
in each other's clasp!

an embrace
in the sober
brightness
of a dance floor

music, steps,
the first clumsy
stepping
on her toes!

the excitement
of the first
stolen kiss
in the library
sandwiched
between
Shakespeare
and Kalidasa!!

Sharing the love
in the
Heart on her Lips!!

(This Pen-Den-t, penned by Viwas K P
Mob: 09449825583 was awarded appreciation
at many poetry reading events.)

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Rape

A pink bud dangled
in the breeze..
a virgin bud,
untouched, unopened,
innocently await its bloom.
..outside lurk in ambush
eternal pimps --
the bees, to molest
innocent, budding daughters of nature!
At golden Sunrise
the rays kissed the pink bud,
the sepals unlocked,
the petals unflured,
the pink bud bloomed
in all its glory!!
An ugly bee buzzed by,
kissed the pink petals,
hairy feelers caressed the pistils,
sucking nectar from its core!!
The fragile bloom struggled
in the breeze
to break away in vain
from the groping feelers of the bee.
Kisses....!
Caresses....!
The bee flutters away.
Used, ruffled up,
molested and raped,
the bloom was no longer
a virgin!!
(This penning authored by Viswas K P
Mob 09449825583 was awarded
appreciation at various Poetry Reading Events)

Statues

Black sculptural exhibits
mounted on high pedestals
on the road sides.

Crows perch on their heads
sparrows nest in their arm pits.

Impregnable, inarticulate
they stand
the tortures of sun and rain
disfigured by urchins,
their faces white washed
by crow shit.

Dirty and dusty
they stand on lofty pedestals
....... looking DOWN
on the Earth they lived in!

Immobile they stand
mutely witnessing
the independent country
they created
getting raped
by the present day politicians!!!

(This penning authored by Viswas K P
Mob 09449825583 was awarded
appreciation at various Poetry Reading
Events)

Caged

They know
they are caged,
yet they twitter!

They flap tiny wings
against the mesh of the cage,
they know there's no escape,
yet they try!

They breath the air of bondage,
but...
are not bothered;
for, as long as they have
each other to love
they are happy!

They are a pair of
colorful Love Birds!!

(This penning authored by Viswas K P
Mob 09449825583 was awarded
appreciation at various Poetry Reading Events)

The Pace

in the warm
morning Sun

i walked

my shadow
lengthening
in front of me ..
reached the Destination
ahead of me.

but..
i did not..
my pace is slow!!!

(This penning authored by Viswas K P
Mob 09449825583 was awarded
appreciation at various Poetry reading events)

Love, I am Sorry

Love,
i wanted to
immortalize you.

So,
i wrote a poem on you,
sent it to the press.

But,
it was returned
with the editor's
compliments and regrets.

Forgive me,
love,
i am sorry!

(This penning authored by Viswas K P
Mob 09449825583 was awarded appreciation
at various Poetry Reading events and..probably
changed the hearts of many editors ;-) !)

The Web


In the dark corner
two spiders mate.

They spin smooth silken
threads and weave
an architectural beauty --
the web of destiny !

..the web that is destined
to be the death trap for many,
grave yard for yet others,
but... a parlour for these
wicked creatures.

I watch these advances
craving a temptation
to destroy the web.

'Wait! How will you feel
if your house is destroyed,
your dinner plate snatched
away from you!'

I resist the temptation
and
life trickles on!!

(and today everything revolves
around the web!)

(This penning authored by Viswas K P
Mob:09449825583
was awarded appreciation at
various Poetry reading events.
Photo by Viswas K P)

Birth of a Poem

The heart is wounded
it bleeds....
the blood clots
into touching
words!

A poem is born!!

(This penning authored by Viswas K P
Mob: 09449825583 was awarded appreciation
at various poetry reading events)

Destination

A formation
of migrating birds
wing towards
New Horizons!

I take
small steps towards
Lengthening Mile-Stones!

(This penning authored by Viswas K P
(Mob:09449825583) was awarded appreciation
at various poetry reading events)

My Guitar Weeps

My tired
fingers
strum
the strings.

Crazy twangs,
wild jingles --
a sad love song.

My guitar weeps
the heaviness
of my lonely
heart.

(This penning authored by Viswas K P
(Mob:09449825583) was published in 'Bharat Jyothi')

Strayed

A book in front,
I sat in the world of books;
Reflected in the glass of the book case
I viewed a circle --
Yellowish orange,
Casting a golden shadow
On the crest of a lonely palm,
Standing in the trough of the hill.

(This penning authored by Viswas K P
(Mob: 09449825582) was published in 'Dakshinayanam'
Volume XII 1971-72)

Stained

A rock juts out
of the clear stillness of the pond

A girl drenches
dirty clothes,
scrubs them with soap.
The white lather bubbles
into the dirty meshes
to foam out as
brown dirt.

She squeezes them,
sticky lather trickles
from the capillaries of the cloth
and trails along
staining the dry beauty of the rock.

(This penning authored by Viswas K P
(Mob: 09449825583) was published in 'POEMS 1971'
and awarded appreciation by the noted writer
KAMALA DAS)

Night

Darkness,
My cigarette -end glows
like a blood-shot eye,
The mud wasps chirp,
The house-rat scuttles by,
The shrill 'ge-cko' of the geckos.
A dog perched on its hind limbs
sends out unpleasant vibrations;
picked up by its mate in the next alley
And relayed......
A tendril of breeze caresses my face,
Two shadows silhouetted by the
dim street lamp,
cling together,
Lips meet, seconds flick by,
Release,
Good bye and split,
The butt falls from my lips
into the gutter
scattering a million sparks
into the
darkness!

(This penning authored by Viswas K P
(Mob: 09449825583) was published in 'POEMS 1970'
and was awarded appreciation by Adil Jussawalla
a noted author)

Writing

I wrote on the white paper
The ink flowing, leaving behind
A thick track of blue.

I wrote of love, sweet love;
I wrote of life, cruel life;
I wrote of spring, of the fragrant smell
Of flowers; I wrote
Of lakes and ponds, of palm-fringed shores.

I wrote rhymes to Heaven, to God;
I wrote of the flirting dust,
Of the smell of cow dung, of the hutments,
Of the sky-scrappers, of ragged bodies,
Of the snowy winter.

Time flew by,
The hand grew weary,
Words became smudged,
Eyelids dropped to dream of sweet love,
Of life, of life without love.
The blue-black paper remained
Stagnant
In my front.

(This penning authored by Viswas K P
(Mob: 09449825583) was published in 'POEMS 1969'
and was awarded appreciation by Gieve Patel
a writer of modern poetry)