Raj Dronamraju

Raj Dronamraju Poems

I shook your hand
I took the loss
Escape was impossible
I took the loss
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The hand of friendship was offered
The hand of friendship was slapped away
The trajectory of the spurned
...

We are the goldfish in the bowl
We are known as Mr. and Mrs. Goldfish
I don't mind this transparency, a benign surveillance
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Have you ever heard Saturday morning radio?
Is the radio programming different on Saturday morning compared to weekdays?

She dreads small talk and making his lunch
...

Love sighted through an opening in deep forest
A blur that moves quickly and vanishes
But leaves a lasting impression
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If obnoxiousness is art consider this your exhibition gallery
Different stages of difficult behavior hang on the walls
"Don't touch" but some illiterate fool usually ends up doing just that
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She is the queen of the replacements
Her people await further orders in a large open-air building
A former factory - old and gray and damp, it looks like the 1950's
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She cried in the electric car
The vehicle did not fit her mental state
It did not feel right to experience a break-up in an electric car
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In three days
Your empire will scatter and collapse
Like a bag of M&M's spilled out and scattered
M&M's all of one color
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A million violent uncivil targets
Spazz out in the chroniclers' atypical response
"bring me back to a place of childhood friendships"
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Did you come to pay homage to Free Willy? Market tested hyperbole? Urban shell game?

It could have been a rush hour bus, it could have been a dinner party
All I know is from the moment I sat down, she looked like she had a story to tell me
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This revolution will be retarded
In the winner's circle, "Everyone's a winner"
Hello top sirloin, all praise is substance free
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There's a hole not only where love can go but where it had gone in the past
Now misses the words to describe love
That's just not measurable in time
A hole, dug up, empty, was there treasure there?
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Brains, nag, a copy
You will feel much better after a good rest
Then up and atom with the chaotic diadem
Sovereign rule threatened by convenience store owners
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Feeling inconvenient with nothing left to say
To explain yourself is not communication
To buy Ghirardelli chocolate and watch/hear seals chortle in the bay
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Story before specifics
Biography before basics
This entertainment has become substance of talk
The fog of self-aggrandizement
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Around the beginning of spring (April/May) , the pond would dry up
The space it occupied became a big muddy hole
And then when summer hit, it became a dry indentation adorned with outbreaks of daisies, violets, and other smartly colored flowers
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The racks are not filled immediately and some now remain permanently empty in the last Sears and Roebuck
The terminally ill patient is given less and less medication

The remaining three or four employees do the work of the original nine or ten
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Love is listening as much as speaking
Perhaps more
The smoothest tongue never truly applied the salve of understanding
In a way that made the speaker feel comforted or safe.
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In our muscular republic, democracy eats its young
And biceps crush beer cans between them
As they promote the supremacy of excess
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Raj Dronamraju Biography

Hello there, My name is Raj Dronamraju. I have previously published three volumes of poetry - THE RETURN OF THE MAGNIFICENT NINNY, SOLIDARITY WITH THE FLESH EATING MOSAIC, and TRAVELS WITH THE ANTI-JOHNNY APPLESEED on Post-Egoism press (not self published) . My publisher's page for me is here http: //rajbooks.postegoism.net I am also the author of several novels. In addition, I am the editor of a poetry and art magazine 21st Century Flow - Links can be found on my poetry blog www.rajdronamraju.wordpress.com. I am an American living abroad in Malaysia. I am married to a Malaysian woman and teach English to make a living.)

The Best Poem Of Raj Dronamraju

I Don't Even Smile

I shook your hand
I took the loss
Escape was impossible
I took the loss

I went indoors, contorted into an ugly shape by desire
I came back out beaming phoniness
I couldn't find shelter indoors

There's a day coming where this will not end so easily
When it will be taken hard like a blood vendetta
And passed on to future generations
And that's when a smile loses all meaning
Is merely the go to expression of a demolished psyche
Is flashed with the frequency of a bellboy summoned for the carrying of guests' bags

At that time, I don't even smile
And I'll say people are a black hole
And I get sucked in and then get spit out in a place I don't recognize
Not worried about being lost
Not worried about being alone

I don't even smile
For you, endurance finally breaks
Washes over us with violence
I will snap, I can't shake this off anymore

Raj Dronamraju Comments

Krishna Dronamraju 27 April 2019

I find Raj's poems extremely refined, amusing, entertaining, educational and admirable.

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Ranjan Kumar Ghosh 16 September 2017

very nice and lovely poem

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