profvarmapoetry: DEATH..

profvarmapoetry: DEATH..: I lose my patience ... When I think of Death ,the final dot I lose my patience day and night I wish I had a  b...

DEATH..

I lose my patience ...

When I think of Death ,the final dot

I lose my patience day and night

I wish I had a  bright torch

To search for him in the dark

The Master who practices

The art of death to perfection

For him ,it is a matter of right

To put that dark dot in place

To complete the circle of LIFE

To complete the  circle of DEATH

For death accompanies all always

Right from the Birth  in the womb

The clock ticks away in abandon

And we take it for granted 

And Death performs his duty

And keeps his accounts clean

Keeping a close watch on his clock

Till the pendulum stops swinging 

Let us enjoy living our life to the full

Moment by moment,as the clock ticks...

profvarmapoetry: DRIFTWOOD

profvarmapoetry: DRIFTWOOD: DRIFTWOOD  Tired of wandering I sat on the broken steps Of the old ghat by the riverside Watching the dr...

DRIFTWOOD

DRIFTWOOD 

Tired of wandering

I sat on the broken steps

Of the old ghat by the riverside

Watching the driftwood

That started its journey

No one knows where

But somewhere up the river

Caught in the current

And in the whirlpool unawares

I tried to lift it

But

It slipped through my fingers

Dipped into the water

And drifted away

Rather danced down the river

Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek

I have nothing to hide

From the open eyes of the day

But

I have everything to hide

From the open heart of the night

I am anxious about the seeker

Who plays hide and seek

To 

Catch me on the wrong foot

profvarmapoetry: Man -Woman Relationships

profvarmapoetry: Man -Woman Relationships: Let it be .... Derivation :relationship Man is an animal Man is a social animal Man is a thinking animal He is...

Man -Woman Relationships

Let it be ....

Derivation :relationship

Man is an animal

Man is a social animal

Man is a thinking animal

He is a guilty animal

He needs redemption

She needs redemption

But they are far away

He and She are strangers

They speak different languages

One fails to know the other

They wear masks,all the time

They hide and don't want to seek

They pray for redemption

But they never hear each other

Each remains a mystery to the other

And that is the eternal Law, Nature’s Law

And let us be strangers and be true to God

Demystification is Destruction

And that is the only Classic Code

 

profvarmapoetry: The Agony AND the Ecstasy

profvarmapoetry: The Agony AND the Ecstasy: Let the child within you live for ever ,despite ..... The Agony AND  the  Ecstasy T he Agony and the Ecstasy of the ...

The Agony AND the Ecstasy

Let the child within you live for ever ,despite .....

The Agony AND  the  Ecstasy

The Agony and the Ecstasy of the Child in us

        Have lost their human touch

The sporadic wars all over cause the split

         And the souls fill the air

A shift in population is Nature’s law for sure

          And that is done in time

The thrill of inventions of new colourful  potions 

           Break into ecstatic cries

The Sun-rise everyday brings forth the Wonders

           Fruits of Nocturnal Labour

profvarmapoetry: Life is a circle

profvarmapoetry: Life is a circle: Life is a vibrant  Circle When I was young I loved cats Dogs And babies Then I learned to add and subtract But...

Life is a circle

Life is a vibrant  Circle

When I was young

I loved cats

Dogs

And babies

Then I learned to add and subtract

But did not know how it worked

The mystery of numbers

I saw in my geometry book a circle

Then a square and then a straight line

I centered the circle and reached the square

Then I walked over the straight line

The long infinite line, the vibrant line

profvarmapoetry: SPARROW’S NEST, LOVER

profvarmapoetry: SPARROW’S NEST, LOVER: Poems touch the heart of everything .. . Varma SPARROW’S NEST A sparrow built nest In my ancient attic To liv...

SPARROW’S NEST, LOVER

Poems touch the heart of everything ... Varma

SPARROW’S NEST

A sparrow built nest

In my ancient attic

To live with it's family

And  an arrow split it

When I was asleep

While the clock

On the wall

Ticked away in abandon

Lover

I am tired

Of

Roses and mornings

I don’t see the rose

Instead

I see the thorns beneath

I yearn

For

The thorny cactus

That blooms

In the dark womb

Of the Night

profvarmapoetry: Silence

profvarmapoetry: Silence: SILENCE I yearn for the silence of the Sun I yearn for the silence of the shining Moon I yearn for the silence of the tw...

Silence

SILENCE

I yearn for the silence of the Sun

I yearn for the silence of the shining Moon

I yearn for the silence of the twinkling stars

I yearn the for the music of the spheres

The symphony of the universe on the move

Is the heavenly music which guides us

Unknown to us ,but near to us

We can sense it ,listen to it ,feel it

Let us close our eyes and go within

To discover the fathomless self

A great worthy search , a long search

A searing search for the Truth…

profvarmapoetry: Poetry can make you think...NewspapersNews...

profvarmapoetry:

Poetry can make you think...




Newspapers
News...: Poetry can make you think... Newspapers Newspapers bleed and clot Anger waxes and wanes Old wounds are opened ...

Poetry can make you think...

Newspapers

Newspapers bleed and clot

Anger waxes and wanes

Old wounds are opened

And

New wounds bloom and bleed

Mornings are full of mourning

With

Reports of rape, death and murder

Many play their cards

Close to the chest ruining millions

Eyes and ears are rigid

And

I breath despite myself

Sipping bitter coffee

I consume rosy promises

Of wily politicians and financiers

Who promise the Moon

And drop you like a burning coal

I close my eyes and relax

With the newspaper on my lap

With bleeding words that clot.

Words have lost their innocence

We are no more children...

We have learnt to hurt and worry

The gift of innocence is gone for ever.

profvarmapoetry: Is Separation an Inspiration ?Free at Las...

profvarmapoetry:  Is Separation  an Inspiration ?






Free at Las...:   Is Separation   an Inspiration ? Free at Last Free at last He thought ,when his wife Walked out after a long...

 Is Separation  an Inspiration ?

Free at Last

Free at last

He thought ,when his wife

Walked out after a long strife

He  laughed at the dream –dream makers

And mocked at the dream -breakers

For both were one

He walked in the shadow of the Sun

And lost no time 

To build peace ,piece by piece

Analyzing vital signs

To tame the brewing storm

To face the trial after triumph

LOVE-DOUBLE EDGED

Poetry is a DOUBLE EDGED beauty which deals with

"hurting and healing "  

with 

EQUANIMITY

You better drive...

You better drive

A knife, once

Through my heart

Than

Stab me

With

Sharp edged words

That pain me and bleed me

For ever and ever...

Life is like Lightning

Poetry is like lightning it just comes...out of the blue

Life is like Lightning

Life is like lightning

Makes everything brilliant

In a moment

Live it with its intensity

And disappear into darkness

Perhaps to be born again

Like a thunder after lightning

A widow's day and night

Poetry touches everything in life...Varma

A Widow’s day and night

Time fell from her

Like her falling hair

Her tears had the heat of years

Her sleep was full of dreams

She woke up with hopes

That evaporated during day

Only to rain down in night

With a little lighted lamp before her

She lived on her fractured dreams

Playing on her chords of memories

She fought her silent war

Against the fading shadow world

She always felt like a warrior

And knew there was a war to win

And a fire within her to be put out

A thirst to be quenched slow or fast

Ecstasy

A poem is a moment frozen for the future.. Varma

Ecstasy

They are butterflies on the  mount

On

A bed of flowers unaware of thorns

Of

Time and the petals of space

Both

Shrinking as they grow

The togetherness

Before

The wings fold in twilight

The Ecstasy between 

the 

Sunrise and the Sunset

I heard an old man

I heard the old man

I heard the old man

Who lived with his last son

Who at times cursed his father

And the old man cursed back

And complained about his brittle bones

He was once a lecher, people say

In winter he drank a pint a day

In summer he dragged his feet

He had springs of humour ,now dry

Rumours say he had a paramour

Who squeezed him dry and left him

Nothing more than a shell , as shadow

He muttered sitting on the cot

Counting his days on rheumatic fingers

Rolling his dreams back into reams

To prop up his tired head till the last

Building up a dialogue with his self

With a forgotten prologue

And a very uncertain epilogue.

DIVORCE

Form and Content cannot be DIVORCED in poetry

A  Revolt ( A divorce )

Failing to get together in life

Between marriage and divorce

Freezing memories and metaphors

Forcing painful choices always

On a cold winter dawn, on  rainy day

They severed the holy knot without tears

Answering a question of balance

After a revolt against destiny and life

To remain neither friends nor strangers

Leaving their off-springs clipped for life

SEASONS

           

   

A poem is a reflection of life in words and there 

                 is a private world behind every word..Varma

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Seasons

She was

Like the flowers of Spring

She was

Like the cheeks of summer

Years rolled on

She became

The lips of winter

And

Turned into

The hairs of Autumn

All hollow and dry

And lean and hungry

She grew

Seasoned through seasons

One can’t stop ageing

Through the maze of life

Racing ahead gracefully

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RAPE

Words are powerful weapons only when they arouse our will power and conscience to act ,and poems have the power to do it ...

  Rapist.... we can stop him ,let us not bear him at any cost  ,punish him..he has no space amongst us ..let us have the will.. the political will to to do it..to save our society 

Rape

Rape has become as common

Criminals lurk in unsuspected places

Fathers,uncles,cousins,strangers 

Shameless barbarism in all corners

Behind the walls,outside the walls

On the road ,in the bus,in the train.

Where to hide from him ,none knows

A man who with a desert mind

Dry as he is ,mind  like shifting sand

Was bitten by a violent SEX BUG

He caught rabies on a hot afternoon

And

Raped a three years old girl

She was half clad

And rather SEXY to him!!!

Man is an animal

An animal, at times

Who is worse an animal

He has no place in this world!

Burn his stub to save the world