Opened Doors

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Velvet Vipers

violet veins, violet venom
verdant vials, vicious verses
vermillion vest, vicarious vampires
verdant voices, velvet vipers

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Dolphins

Do dolphins envy our ability to simply breathe,
to take air in and out without thinking,
without staying close to the surface?

Swimming with languid power,
graceful and fluid and joyful,
do they ever begrudge the need
every so often, to slip upward and break through
the air/sea boundary, exhale and take another breath
over and over—always scanning,
but with alert minds, aware of everything—
for an entire lifetime?

Do dolphins envy our unintentional breathing?
Or is envy just one of our monkey traits?
Something a few million years of oceans
have imposed on them,
to be able to race the sailboats,
surf the wakes of ocean liners
and wreak havoc on the silvery schools of
panicked herring.
Then, sated, playful,
swift when necessary, comes that sheer joy to
glide like arrows through a blue eternity, like gods,
Thinking, always, of the air
And those brief glimpses of burning fire,
and stars and thoughtless breathing.

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Pool of Love

words croaked, in blown slurs
And they slipped off the breath
for a heart, held by a pool of love

Senses Treacherous

coffee tracks, fresh drops
brew memories over the brim
words in sweet, crooked wit
play echoes on the wall

Gentle

gentle became the moments
our smiles wore
gentle become the smiles
our moments wore

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Earth

​*Alliteration Poem – Earth*

17th Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Edges evolve, epitaphs etched
Eyes echo, ears ensnare
Ears enchant, eyes eschew
Eagles exude, embers emaciated

Love..I just wished..

I so wished to be loved
Love
I was not entitled to..

I have been a lonesome boy
Lonely
I had none to call mine..

Brain

Human brain,

The most amazing thing, that

The Creator has made.

It imagines, creates,

Perceives, appreciates,

Learns, participates,

Reasons, articulates,

Shine

I am a drop, miniscule
Wearing a shine
As a razor’s edge
But the shine is not mine

It is from the feet
Of a light, I kiss

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Horses – Of Reasoning and Delight

As horses they come
From corners of the heart
Echoing thunders, in delight
Dimming, the dark of the night

As horses we go
Lost in high dust, of clouds
Leaving footprints larger, longer
Of those, which drummed on the heart
And they became men, pulling reins
On the back

Fearless Reason

I am a lion, in jungles of thought
A king of jungle, on muscles wise
A wind on nerves, of distant paws
Master of the game, when hunger roars

Jungle, my master
Dark spaces, my mother
Whispering leaves, my father

Walls and Doors

Every layer of brick
not a wall

Every opening
not a door

Wise Delight

Every pain, an imagination
As unreal, as stones fell depressed
Sinking into thin waters
As unreal, as stones raced happy
Rolling upon wet slopes

The Busy Man

So busy I was
Feeling the corners
The heart, slipped
Out of my hands

Those Little Men

You make the moon
As you should
And I make the stars
As I should

In doing so
We behold the same night
With our backs on the same grass

Temples of Clay

This song, in notes of clay
Weaves new sounds
Soft and young

This song, but
Weaves not new notes

Child of Time

This thought
A child of time
Has no roots, to hold
Has no fruits, to bear
Then come its sisters
And it finds roots, to bear
Then come its brothers
And it finds fruits, to hold

Truths, Never Touched

When I be a ball
Spinning around
Bouncing off every touch
I see you rolling down
From your glued thoughts
Bouncing off worlds
you never touched

How Long, How Long

how long, how long
would we bounce on

Man’s Passcode

trees, rocks, sand
snakes, lilies, moss
bees, butterflies, sunflower
horses, bears, snow
parrots, hornbills, twig
lions, camels, desert

Fifty-Fifty

This blessed life, bestowed in halves

Stories etched on the heart, but half
Keys wound on thoughts we toy, but half
Doors of love on our path open, but half
Castles in Ivory, painted by dreams, but half

Tendrils

as a tendril, splays the heart
twining with ends that never meet
dragged infirm by its own slender weight

Life in Backspaces

Life, made from paper and pen
When nerves tingled, a century back
Before keyboards invented by men
Where thoughts ran as trains on track

What Went Wrong

ages that went past
ages that will come
the age we are in

O Frog, In Human Form

be not on the same rock
o frog, in human form
croak not from high ground
it is not a melodic song

Someday

someday your heavy tears
would flow through my eyes
someday your hopeless fears
would make me shiver as I rise

Irony

eyes made to see
itch ever to glimpse
yet can I see?