Sivaprasad Parackal Poems

The Outspoken


They say it's made in the Heaven
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Ours is the romance of ironies
That thrives on virtual volumes
Glide thou away from my skies
Like the desert mirage does
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Evilmongers

Not in the least am I surprised
At thy fresh looting adventures
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Neo-slaves

None of them are slaves by birth
Nor is slavery thrust upon them
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Being Idle


Dull mornings and evenings
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An Impossible Retake

Boasted the man of his knowledge and practical wisdom
And let the brain overhaul the heart
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Sleep
The mysterious pause of lethargy
That interrupts the song of life
Which moves along the corridors of time
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Crime and Punishment

Thou art the cradle of life
The elixir for survival
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Your yeses are retorted with our noes
And assertions with negations
Whatever you enact, we demand repeal
As we are conditioned for blind repulsion
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Spreading Light

Gone have we beyond the halfway mark
A few leaps and creeps ahead before dark
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