Varghese J Kuttikat
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Varghese J Kuttikat Poems
Bliss, O Man, you shall not seek in blood Waves of violence break out from stirrings subterranean Opening the floodgates of damnation sure and certain You might be offered kingdoms and crowns gorgeous
That foul play, however foul it be, for a brief spell Must condemn the player to an eternity of pain and peril Is scandalous to human ethical sense Who will willingly choose misery eternal
Riding on horses is perhaps a bit outmoded Yet it holds its charm even in these times advanced Particularly for the bubbling young looking forward The ride smacks no longer of dense raging blood
One face to face meeting with my father dear Once I had craved with my heart entire Which craving proved futile on this side of the grave Naturally, as he had vanished to the shore beyond
Sleepy heaviness Crushes the primary impulse To linger in memories Awakening like day-break
O, Man! Don't Go Unarmed
If anything strikes you blind Let it be light magnificent Some sights seduce you, others nauseate Neither ironical nor paradoxical, simply existential
The Child's Smile
Within the twinkling of an eye Angels rush down race up The human Himalayas towering high Anything can happen
All extravagance spells not necessarily waste Could all celebrations be condemned bad taste? Sometimes it illuminates afterwards a joyous past A link that enlivens yesterdays, todays, tomorrows
Could You Rethink or Reset?
Could anyone possibly unweave the pattern of History As Penelope undid what she had knit together? Waking into the morning, Man finds night dissolves As snow melts into water at the slight touch of heat
The Anguished Cry
Deepen my sight inward, O all-seeing Eye Will I die of fright, Is it why thou shrouds my view out of thy compassion infinite? Soothing sights are there no longer for me
Egoist to the core The poet sings of surrender Of the ego as though He were the herald of gods
Shine & Rain
Rainbow strikes a truce Its blossoming salutes the human race And also shakes its young and old With its extravagance of lunar energy
Why is it, O Lord You fill some heads with intelligence amazing while you leave some heads utterly blank? I don't crave an answer, I simply wonder!
The craze for the new and ever new Keeps the human eye in readiness ever And warms up the mind of the devotee In his steadfast pursuit of beauty.
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Bliss, O Man, you shall not seek in blood
Waves of violence break out from stirrings subterranean
Opening the floodgates of damnation sure and certain
You might be offered kingdoms and crowns gorgeous
But once you fall to the snare, you get buried forever
You could soar up infinite reaches
Then why should you shrink into dark holes perilous?
Once thrown into being, how can you deny yourself?
Denial strikes harsh strings and smacks of perversion
The perverse artist is aptly named the Devil
He mistakes soothing shade for fire and brimstone