krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

Bronze Star - 2,259 Points [krishi nair] (1964 and doing pretty good.. / Thiruvalla, Kerala)

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Grey bearded and grey headed
Ever focusing on life through bifocals
Gliding into the youth of old age
Close to a fifty you might say
I write to douse an inner rage
And judge it well as you may
But I’ll write as one who will never age
Of mountains or mole hills on the page
Other other trivialities that occur every day
Some of sense and more of non ... more »

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  • ''A poem a day will keep the psychiatrist far away...''
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  • Geetha Jayakumar Geetha Jayakumar (12/18/2013 10:56:00 AM)

    Poet Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair, (Krishi nair)
    My words are very few to describe him
    Though very few poems I have come across
    His many poems are based on realities of society.
    Unfolds truth in a very passionate way.
    All his comments comes in a poetic way.
    He interprets poems in an amazing way.
    He is one of the talented and vibrant poet.
    His all poems are unique in all the ways.
    It’s really the valuable gift you are blessed with.
    Wishing you all the best.
    May you keep on adding many feathers to the poetic world.
    God Bless!

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Those Dusty Book Shelves Of Childhood...

Oh, give me those dusty bookshelves of the past
Where books held raptures that would last
A dry crushed flower or perhaps a frayed leaf
A worm eaten love story with an ending so neat
And all those fancy tales of faeries so good
Who lost their wands and cried in the woods
And of goblins who stole tulips and roses
All from the valley of love and happiness
And when the moon rose at the midnight hour
I would turn in my sleep and suddenly smile
Lost in a place of spells and charming power
And my cat settles softly between my legs and curl.....

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