Technology Pours Life

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Wings of Life

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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Passion, Courage, Choice

I have chosen to seek
each day the path of courage
and passion.
I fail, often.

I don’t
say this with bravado,
because I do not feel brave.
If I could choose something
easier, I would.
It never gets easier.

But to make the choice each day,
Each minute, to turn and
face the sadness and suffering,
of the world; the pain and joy,
each on it’s own terms
and not be defeated by it—
that is something that
must be chosen again,
and again, and again.
It is the job of poetry.
No compromises.

It is not a choice of pleasant fictions,
a diversion of entertaining nothingness;
nor like the fog of opium that
leaves us still breathing,
but dead.

Each night, darkness does not fall.
That is the wrong image.
Rather, when the earth spins away
from the sun, it rises up from the deep places
of the earth and the oceans, from
the caverns and the bottom of rivers and lakes and seas.
A deep exhalation.
A time for alternatives.

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Do I Get Up

Do I get up. What will I have for breakfast.
Should I have breakfast at all. Will I take the bus or walk.
Talk to a stranger, perhaps not. How do I look today.
How do I feel today. What is my neighbor feeling today.
What is the scientific name for the maple tree.
What is the dog that is barking barking on about.
How shall I get on working today. How shall I have my tea.
Where shall I go to lunch. Is my friend swimming in the ocean.
Is my lover at Smith Tower. Is the grass sad.

Gentle

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

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Two Winds

​two eyes, they rise

two eyes, they kneel

in two hearts

they find none

It Ain’t Good Living

I know it’s ten a.m.,
no need to tell me.
I need a jukebox and some booze
enough to drown.

I’m not here for free advice,

My Dolphin

waded we

on waters

sliced by laughter

Chronic Misunderstandings

Sushi misunderstandings,
Damnable doors that only swing one way,
Cold slabs of meat that hang in windows,
Cars and cars and cars and cars and
Cars that crash beneath my balcony, voices spark,
Howl and groan and cry to their dead parents,
Dead lovers, dead selves,

4 Thimbles (Poems to Snack On)

Rewind

Blazer moonwalks through the doorframe
tipping the vase of marigolds
upwards, the crystal gathering
sharp spatters and supple petals,
placing them neatly
into predestined
grooves.

Delicate Ambition

There is a pressing need
Of overkill, to spread
The self so thin
We pass through walls.

Spin

spin

     we do

and

     we do

and

     we do

Come the End

Come the end, for I am ready;

Come the end, the world is heavy.

 

Lest I lie, or lest I leave,

The best of me

I will retrieve.

 

But if I breathe tomorrow my last,

And today is only

A thing of the past,

I will remember

The world and all its contrast:

The Grey Hair

Single silver,
Your shining countenance tells a long tale.
Your glow in the streetlight sings a song.

Hospital visits, sleepless nights,
Mornings flipping eggs and
Ballpoint pens scribbling
Death,
Dreams,
Bad philosophy,

If We Run Fast We will Stumble

There is the sensing
Of darkness should I move, a
Bend I can not see beyond, a ruthless
Unknown.

A trip to Lewes

Took a wander round Lewes
thought that would be good
Had a beer at the snowdrop
and some rather nice food
Browsed some antique shops
dodging the rain
Through the Clarice Cliff price tags
were bad for my brain

Not enough glue

I want to climb into the mirror
that is a life, cracked by two much living.

Hen

Life is a hen
In search of its chicks, hidden around
Through tunnels
Across rivers
Around mountains
Over seas
On clouds
Into dark planetary space
In thick jungles

Shoe

May I find a shoe, fit and fine
With a star’s sparkle on the edge
May it forget not, to pinch
To feel truths I step on, as mine

May I find a shoe, firm and agile
With a horse’s rhythm, engraved
May it forget not, to slow
To read people I carry, as mine

Garden of Life – Part II

In this garden, of life
We stand in distances
We love to think of
We think in whispers
We love to touch

Earthworms

Hey worm of this earth
Feel not so proud
Being taller by inches
As you move ahead
On our mother’s shade

Lose to Find

To seek freedom, I flew
But these waters, blue
Held my sky

To seek light, I flew
But these waters, amber
Held my Sun

The summer of me

 

When the morning air welcomes
From a night time that’s done
And the wind has died down
Giving warmth to the sun
And the sea’s a flat calm
Now the new day’s begun
The summer of me lives again

Circles

I am a circle
Made of steel
Equal on every side
Rolling, with same distances
From every meaning

A life worth living

I might see a roaring wave
or a flower on the breeze
or a smile as something happens
or something brings me to my knees

I might feel a mountain
or a feather floating by
I might spill a thousand tears
as their beauty makes me cry

Faith

as stones rattling in an empty vessel
move the stone hearted in flesh
eyes gaping at immutable exteriors

Contradictions

in contradictions we fear, hoping not to attract
in contradictions we attract, hoping not to fear

in contradictions we hate, hoping not to love
in contradictions we love, hoping not to hate

Do We Need A Path

the truth behind a veil
waiting to be revealed
to explode in a force
fireworks upon a closed eye