Biography of Ishan Chaitanya
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Ishan Chaitanya's Works:
None yet. But I will get at least one out before I die.
Ishan Chaitanya Poems
Beauty's A Prison
Beauty’s a prison when love is gone No matter which way you turn Forget the freedom you once won
To A Friend On Her Birthday
Can I ask Heaven to be nicer to me When friends like these are in my life? Why, such nicety could never truly be Among the facts in a world of strife.
Spit It Out
Alternate figures squirming down Rejection Alley Thought I saw me there but I only saw my future Is this the youth I've been looking for? Driven mad straight into the hands of vultures,
My Window View
As I look out my window I see a familiar landscape That has been my waking view Every morning of these twenty years.
On this side of the line Everything seems to be fine. I trust noone who dares to cross. The means I might resort to
Nothing lingers in this world, Nothing stands the ever changing, Nothing stills the cold, quiet motion Of Time.
Sidetracked in ancient drawers of my ancestors, Seduced by the same alluring promises, Like a sardine in the ocean to draw my hope from multitude Is to be expected from an outcast in this wilderness.
I Won'T Be Afraid Anymore
I refuse to stand alone in the wind Now that I know about you. Ages have seen me standing here And I have seen them dissapear,
buggers with confidence stretch to their utmost expanding their limits to meet popular story.
On The Way To My Home Planet
America mourned in unison, In unison sought relief, In the anthems it took courage, And the strength to rise from grief,
Sometimes I wish myself away; I could say that to you in simple words But instead I decided to play the poet 'Cause poets, they - like me - get
Poet In A Box
I keep a little box that I sometimes open To unleash a tiny man of words Greater than himself, yet quite often Sharp-talked like a clash of swords.
What Am I To You
What am I to you great city? What new concoctions In your boiling bloodstream Take me to new highlights
under urban stress we wear strange feathers and by those feathers we flock together
under urban stress
we wear strange feathers
and by those feathers
we flock together
wearing the tradition
of uniform ideals
and the bleak comfort
of our life's ordeals