Biography of Pradeep Dhavakumar
Pradeep Dhavakumar Poems
When The Clock Strikes 12 (A New Year Po...
Like the eyes of a warrior that shuts for a while and rejoins the battle; Like the wings of a bird that freezes
It Is Still There!
There is Water in hard Pulp, There is Water in pure Milk; There is Water in thick Tears, There is Water in Blood too;
I unbuckle her jaded black Jacket. And lift from drapes of crimson Velvet. With Eyes of a watchful Guard on duty, I ogle at this naked man-made beauty.
Looking at you, I remember the first time we met: sometime in my first grade, when the page-thirsty line was running wild with its black army, trying to capture every length and breadth of the white land
On Taj Mahal
O’ King, I proudly salute what thou hast built, As a timeless monument of immense beauty But I staunchly salute Not what thou hast built, As the greatest monument of divine love.
Tired of the mundane girls I see Wanted someone of a different degree; Atleast three horns she should have With nose and tongue split in halve
Bedspread like black waves, awaits the kill tonight; Pillows like puce slabs,
God is just an answer for every question That doesn't have an answer.
O 'Wind- didst thou bring the breath of those I miss? O'Wind- wouldst thou say If their breath is still happy and gay?
Code Of Silence
At the crossroads of hate and fear, I met those whom no man held dear; A Donkey, a Hippo, a Canetoad, a Viper, All spoke a code, so hard to decipher.
The common volunteer among us Who helms the digital eye To capture the celebration To mummify for our tomorrow.
Having adorned them with words before I flung my pen to the sorority of clouds and stood beneath for a repay in verse.
Antipodes Of A Floating Feather
Like an infant gently handed from one maiden to another, slow and soft it descends, soothing every eye that sees.
A Natural Birthday Party
Softly burning sodium Lights, ornately planted on muddy Streets appeared like Candles on a Cake and I wondered if
I always know the sun still smiles;
Though earth has turn'd her face away,
And sky has freed her darkest tress.
I always know the wind still walks;
Though trees like bronze statues stand,
And feathers sleep like heavy rocks.
I always know the heart still speaks;