Moves of Self

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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To Self

 

“Building a hemisphere of life

can cause an injury to the left or the right hemisphere

in the situations unrealistic, perverted by time;

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Reason?

I wonder if maybe
But then again why?
Is there a reason
for me to comply?
Perhaps I should simply
continue and then
just be myself
and always depend?
For that’s often wiser
and safer somehow
Simply be me
for the here and the now

Be the light..

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He stood there
Head down
Feeling small
Counting his uphill climb
Imagining how painful
His journey is going to be.

Break Away

Brown petal falling;
White life now wilted, but free
To Fear and Tremble.

Wet Feet Are Part Of Life

Worry about me later,
for barbarians are coming over the hills,
carrying long pikes and angry words,
searching for reasoning they do not possess.

My sleepless nights are a gene inside me,
melatonin leached from my skin,
my fascination with the moon, my dark monarch
taking flight to greet the lamps lighted.

Believe In You

If you ever believe in anything so strongly,
then I hope you do believe in you.
And dismiss all the shit that was said to you, wrongly,
along with that damaging self-talk you tell yourself too.

Never whatever

Whatever you do
Whatever you take
Whatever you see
Whatever you make
Whatever you carry
Whatever you use
Whatever you give
Whatever you lose

Mirrors

Mirrors reflect
what we wish to see
Mirrors tell
of other people we’re dying to be

Mirrors speak
what we’d like to hear
Mirrors hide
what we want to see disappear

Beautiful

I am Blessed with Beauty that surpasses all understanding

An Extraordinary and Exquisite gem I am.

Authentic and Unblemished am i meant to be.

Treasured and Irreplaceable am I meant to be.

Delicate Ambition

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

Just a Book

Was it my choice,

As a boy, to be this way;

To wake up every day,

Speak my mind –

Say what I say?

Am I just an actor

In another’s play?

Unscrambling Life

Lord, scramble me enough
To unscramble myself
till the night

Elusive Self

Also published on 1000 words

~ My Passion? ~

 

“I write.

Words have become my best friend;

in them, rivers of emotion,

tributaries of comfort,

oceans of experience,

Mind Within Mind

in misty dark
shadows of mind
waves of tide count
bobbing up and down
measuring heights reached
and the depths fallen

The Quest For Self

where did I slip?
losing my elements

a search constant
to be complete

Paradox Of Change

the very precise moments
we want others to change
are precisely the moments
we need to ourselves change

ABC Poem: A Self Portrait

as I draw pictures from time
believing in their depth
choosing grave memories
dreams, wishes unfulfilled

Monochrome, Haiku

a life, monochrome
until our colors mingle
gushing beyond self

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Lanturne Poem: Self

Poetry challenge: Lanturne poem.

self
shadows
long or short
misfit ever
self

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Self Inquiry…Humor

I retard, when I know not what I am
I exist, when I know what I am
I live, when I know what I am not
I grow, when I know I am not what I am

Between Me and Myself

Smoke of fear
A layer between me and myself
Fire of dualism burning high

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Break a little more
With every dawn,
Gather the pieces
Assemble them in
Some semblance of order,

Watch myself embarrassed

When I feel out of place
Words vanish without trace
With a queer feeling inside

Poet’s Corner

With eyes in hands

A vision to weave feelings

When thoughts flow as a river

To look past memories

Observe the present

Deep in essence of moments

Talking to the Mirror (Self Portrait)

Who is this brazen girl

I see in front of me,

who loves to speak her mind,

wears her heart on her sleeve?

Who is this crazy woman

who seems utterly lost,

yet gathers herself in time,

no matter what the cost?

Who is this sexy lady

so confident of her body,

as if it has no flaws

and nothing to be sorry?

Poetry Challenge: Self portrait.

Ode to Simple Things

I want to smoke my cigarette with Johnny Depp

on the patio of an Irish café, discussing how his children are doing,

if I would like another beer,

what he will do with his newest role in my newest movie,

and other simple little things.

I want to be confident in knowing

there is absolutely no one watching me change

in the locker room

and laughing into their shirts

so I can’t hear.