Raj Dronamraju

Raj Dronamraju Poems

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

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

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

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

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

I wear a badge to my office
I run it through a scanner in order to punch in
It gives me access
It shows I belong

I was not shamed and I was not fierce
Stir the pot - not so much anymore
Plan my day around what's on television
Rely on the Internet for all contact with other people

She's found a way to the summit
There was a tussle and he let go of the string and you floated away over the parking lot
He selected you from the pack of ten because the bright pink color caught his attention

Hang around with people I don't really like
Drive around for miles in cement decadence
Hold court in distance, each freeway exit is like a foreign country
Here's your border and on the other side is quivering jello

Upstairs is the place where they found you too meticulous
Went off like fireworks when they saw the pasted together montage
Hypochondriacs in their hysteria, professional in focus on self
You found the threat of injury from all those around you

At the part where one is taken down a peg or two
Which for her was when she broke her back in a car accident
Tap her wrist, numb percussion and externalized sensation
I assumed a change in circumstance taught her to be nice

Before you could say a word, the world spoke up and admitted you make it feel uncomfortable
You are too forceful, too quick to talk over others

You would like to talk about how you are not comfortable, how you cannot be yourself in this world

The iconoclast and the plumes of ethereal effort curling and vanishing up his own noggin
He knows enough but cannot make commands understandable to thick hands
The tools demanded by this task are readily given
Flawed initiation in the setting of inside

The phrase "I want to be inside you" just makes people laugh
We laughed when I said it as no one takes this talk of the physical seriously
Dear sow, what we can talk about is that you are from Kenya
I bought her coffee at the train station and we talked of this

I've got listicles and pistols
And cut up rows of meaning to be inserted or loaded in a chamber and fired into thought

I've got listicles and pistols

It took me a long time to learn to make excuses
To proceed in the pattern of fearless request
Reality superimposed and consequence free
Surprise, surprise, hurting other people doesn't come from this

Take a load off
Punch the girl you love in the face figuratively speaking
Refuse to go to work and hide in the basement

I embrace you as a scientist
And as someone who uses reason
Who views you long term as someone who barely makes sense
But oh the valuable quality of the sense you make

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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