krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

Do not cry or say good bye
As I disappear with the evening shades
To some promised land to bide
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I was too hesitant to come
You were too hesitant to call
Times chariot went speeding by
Now curtains have begun to fall....
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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
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Hiroshima happened, Nagasaki happened
No lessons were learnt, no one remembers
How very beautiful crystal clear mornings
Of singing birds, rosy cheeked schoolkids
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When my time is up and gone
And I’m no longer on face book
Or no longer on the twitter page
Do not cry for me, please.......
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Why do galleries often roar
When the master blaster comes to bat?
Why do hairs stand end on end
At every ball he so gallantly whacks?
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Each day God gives us a fresh canvass white
On it we have the freedom to paint it right
With either warm colours of compassion true
Or in cold dark shades of grey or of sepia hue
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26/10/10 a poets funeral

On a very humid Tuesday morning
A cavalcade of cars slowly move by
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From that lap you once so heartlessly cast me
Oh mother to those turbulent waters of fate
In a velvet basket sans a mothers warmth
Or that primordial taste of her breast soft
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When God saw suffering multiply
He sent his best angel down
And to the needy she did fly
Wearing compassion's crown
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On a heavily smudged and slow fading image
Of a grey moth eaten college magazine page
She still stands so frozen in time
The one I once wanted to be mine
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From the shores of intense suffering
After being tossed about days and nights
Like a boat tethered to the shores of grief
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Some saw undulating hills of bliss
And a stream and a waterfall
They that saw them were lovers and poets
But of no no future consequence at all
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Pots and pans, Pots and pans,
This is all I've got to do
Cook and wash the live long day
A girl child whose future is doomed.
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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Somebody the ambulance did call
And he found himself in the casualty hall
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On whom the errant coconut falls
And bring to a close his living days
To him dame ill luck will wickedly smile
Even as sprawled on the road he lays
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Election time is here
The same old devils
Back on our sidewalk walls
Pasted, grinning at you and me
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In this world of increasing divinity
There is so little sense of humanity
Dead, all want the heaven they love
Nobody wants to create it here and now
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In this feverish city of hope
Of long faces and deeply creased brows
Only monkeys seem to be really happy
Swinging to and fro window to windows
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Jack and Jill went up the rugged hill
As all young and daring couples do
Having made oaths and promises
To go up there to fetch pails of water
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