uday balakrishnan Poems

Arrivals are always difficult
The awkward greeting
That tentative grimace unfurling into a smile
A guffaw and then the hug
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Ruins and what are they?
A mass of stones
Shattered battlements
Crumbling old temples
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A culvert opens on your face
But what if the face is a desert
With no stream or river?
Life merely an expression
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Age finally catches up
It is there with you like your skin
It is your skin indeed
And then there is tiredness
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An old fort lies desolate and
Lost in a village of
Coconut trees and fisher folk.
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And then when it comes to you
A choke in the throat
The world swimming around you
Lucky indeed to lie down and not fall
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Suits worn untidily
And that is if you wear suits but it can be any other dress
Well let me return to the suit
The trouser held up by a belt askew
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And when I go
I wish it will never be said
How sad that he went
Rather it be felt
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Ah! Caught you on the Messenger!
There you are
Distant yet close
In cyberspace….
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Let's do away with the anthem
Verses of hate
Songs of domination
Played out to anesthetize masses
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