Saga of Poet

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Light Moon

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Postures On Shadows

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Imagination’s made

The harbour lit and sparkling
exuberant at night
the wind farm on horizon
glinting just in sight
and nestling on the quayside
the survey ship rests true
across the road from where I stand
beneath the azure blue
This is a thing of magic
as although a port of trade
scene's like this are always
where imagination's made

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-03.08.19_23:09-

Dancing together,
Flickering to and fro

Mind’s Eye Travelling

The thing is, when I’m sitting here
and outside it’s cold and raw
I don’t need to dress up warm
to find the places I adore
For travelling within Mind’s Eye
is a special thing
as it allows a freedom
only it can bring

-12.07.18_21:53-

Watching a scene
Through the screen or images

-21.06.18_18:43-

Sitting and gazing
Patterns in the floor tiles

Struggle

My pen is shaking

I am agitated

My notepad is topsy-turvy

With the struggle

I revere the most

In this bloomy air.

 

The confusion relies

On my pen

Am I writing sense

Where are the words

What come before

And after.

-02.06.18_18:26-

They sit beneath the surface
Watching,

PURITY

He peeled his skin, to see if

the blood has same purity as

the redness in his eyes,

the fact is silence

in the moonshine.

 

Purity has which colour

red or white

or is it because of the wine,

he coloured him red, to see if

he feels the purity as

the pure love in her eyes.

Be my love!

Take me into your arms

Forget the world

Lean on my chest

To make a move

Of your own.

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The night is wet and noisy,
Clammy hands cradle me

MY PHONE

It’s ringing

again and again

to coordinate

with the time.

 

The cords

have connected

the right connection

after a while.

Stop and Stare

Stop and stare

At the mirror

Is it the same reflection

When you were guilty?

 

The guilt raised the voice,

“I am not guilty

Of the old sin

Cemented with heavy bricks

Of the cold war.”

 

A cup of coffee

Bubbles all around

In my cup of coffee

I first saw him

Sipping the coffee

My upper lip was covered

With froth of desire.

Cloudforms

In the clouds I see things
that only I see
shapes that form pictures
I want them to be

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Billowing forth
Expanding like an octopi