Murali Sivaramakrishnan


I draw my dreams up tightly
around me every night
and make a soft cocoon of kingly wisdom.
In plain black and white I loll.
No daylight enters through its thick
comfort; no bird drones its sorrow
nor delight- I am alright alone
in my empire of surfeit, successful, content.
On a perpetual knight errand on camel back,
I wear my politics round my waist;
it distends to my pleasure
tightening in a distress of plenitude.
Newspapers hardly interest me.
I find them excellent as flyswatters.
Only my wife broods over worldly hazards
while my children make a hammock of weekend cartoons.
The T.V. dishes out the latest analgesics.
And the glass cases brim with newer olympiads.
Life like a game of snakes and ladders
sucks one often up or down, while like the geckos
on the wall, we wait for the light to draw
one unsuspecting prey after another-
good sprinters to success.
Only the fool plays on while the wise one sleeps
warm inside the cocoon of his kingly wisdom.

Poem Submitted: Friday, November 4, 2011
Poem Edited: Friday, November 4, 2011

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Comments about Camouflage by Murali Sivaramakrishnan

  • Dave Walker (11/4/2011 12:11:00 PM)

    A great poem. Liked it, a great write.
    May i invite you to read my new poem
    called, family of lies.

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