Biography of Pradeep Dhavakumar
Pradeep Dhavakumar Poems
For A Good Friend
To travel with a friend is to travel on a cruise ship, For there will be laughter, music, dance and wine; Yet you still secretly check for life jackets and rafts, And only sleep safe when your swimming is fine.
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.
Karna - Staring At The River...
Staring at the River he wondered how his unseen mother would look: thin as in summer? or fat as in spring? fair as in sunlight? or dark as in dusk?
Good Defeats Evil?
Good will defeat Evil. Every religion says. In stories and myths, Something unseen nowadays.
The Resonating Note
I knew not of the place and time Or the forces that lead me there But stranded I was, in the dark With a guitar, left, for my pair.
First, the Rain argued its case. Then, the Sun reread its lines. I sat on my balcony, on looking and expecting the Rainbow's testimony.
Lost In Search
To view the life of another I left known lands around me; And boarded a naïve canoe to search the map-less sea.
Live In The Present
I thought of going back to the past, To change a thing or two. But then I may mess something else, And what will my present then do?
Coloured skins of Men somersault and rejoice in the dryer's tepid breeze after sloughing sweats and sins
God is just an answer for every question That doesn't have an answer.
Game With Stars
He lay on a dark, deserted isle, With eyes fixed at stars above; Face lighted with a smile so big No vigilant God, would allow.
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
Bedspread like black waves,
awaits the kill tonight;
Pillows like puce slabs,
readies its arms to smash;
And night lamp like dark moon,
smirks with sadistic eyes.
In those waves, with haste, I plunge;
Against those slabs, I crash;
and beneath that moon, I fall
To die again, to live!