Muthu Krishnan

Muthu Krishnan Poems

I look into your eyes
i see myself in you;
i saw your pain
interspersed with your blood;
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Moving along in the lions skin,
With the idioplasma of each part striving,
With the exception of the mind;
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They seek the better.. It pulls you...what is that which pulls you 
In this temporary world..is it the temporary pleasure which you long throughout your life..or is it the ship on which you can sail all along without the fear of sinking..or the body which gives you the pleasure when necessary and the  host which can save you all the labour...what is that which pulls you..is it the moment which explodes the stress..
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We look for ways 
To clog together soak together;

After the first seven we realised 
It were all nothing but reasons;
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Women, their coy's, walking 
With men or alone,
Wilderness, desires,
In their eyes;
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The flawless matadors 
Cried in fear,
As I scraped those floors 
By moving an inch of 
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7.

Sun grooming the sands,
Furnaces,
The men their sweat,
their hunger, their children,
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With the Inauguration of restlessness,
Sometimes losing your whole self,
With the urge to belong;
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As a nomad in the deserts of thar,
I spotted an oasis on the 
descending lands of the south;
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10.

Are we seeking something higher and settling with something else...and gaping at  the thing which we always wanted..envy is a temporary madness..it isn't very complex 
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That's the only reason we wake up,
Though the will to power fails on some,

Man certainly gives occasion to them 
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Anthropology 
philosophy 
psychology 
and every other study results  ,
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13.

Why is silence more beautiful than it's counterpart loudness 
Because in loudness u can only reach a certain degree..but when it comes to silence the degree which can be reached is not measurable it's as deep as a well which doesn't have an ending or a surface 
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There are kinds of grass,
There are kinds of people;

There are kinds of flowers,
There are kinds of insects;
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Why is silence more beautiful than it's counterpart loudness 
Because in loudness u can only reach a certain degree..but when it comes to silence the degree which can be reached is not measurable it's as deep as a well which doesn't have an ending or a surface 
...

imagine me as a poor peasant
who has nothing to offer other
than peaches;
don't dig the earth looking for gold
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LOVE SONNET 1
Spending time with the princess of 
Morocco;
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The Best Poem Of Muthu Krishnan

Canto 1: The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo

I look into your eyes
i see myself in you;
i saw your pain
interspersed with your blood;
girl we both grew
together rejected;
i knew no one would
write an epithet on us;
for our souls are filled
with bleeding roses
how can we portray
ourselves to be as soft as a feather;
another soul born
bound to be born with us
is like a fairy walking
on our frontyard lawn;
we hallucinated
we found shelter in hearts
whose roofs protected us
from the swathe made of struggles
fell from the skies to bind us;
but we were wrended
from deep within
we were sacked by the
homosapiens,
who were wreathed by
fawns,
ruled by the tyrant;
we hear a tumult in our mind
and our heart,
come lets soar together,
they tended to sack us,
as they always did;
they commemorated in
unhinging us;
let aphrodite bless us;
let me feel the ambrosia of your skin,
inflicted by pain and ink;
i want your tresses to
fall over me;
let me kiss your nape
carved by the muses;
we are the boughs of
the same tree;
nobody would dare to wrend us;
let us abstain ourselves
from chaste;
and attain our state
of merriment;
hey comely woman,
kill me with your lilting voice,
i stretched my arms as
wide as i can,
hoping the frenzy of the
blue ridge mountains would
wash away the vines that wreathed my heart;
but they were unabashed;
my nymph when you
brought your sluice of
kisses over me
the reins of them
detached from me;
the way you move deftly
with those beautiful
legs;
the way you frisk
with that smile;
im subdued as an animal
and i just gape;

your body looks
as if the whole of the myrrh
were bathed on you;
let LOVE be our epitaph
let LOVE be our epithet;
let us rhapsodize our
making of love;
and lets reach culmination;
they are just hades
they are just hades;
come lets drown into
the sea of love;
hey pasiphile
im like a crag on the atacama
waitin over four centuries for a dropp
of water to fall over me;
come over to me soon
come over to me soon;

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