krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
Biography of krishnakumar chandrasekar nair
Grey bearded and grey headed
Ever focusing on life through bifocals
Gliding into the youth of old age
Close to a fifty you might say
I write to douse an inner rage
And judge it well as you may
But I’ll write as one who will never age
Of mountains or mole hills on the page
Other other trivialities that occur every day
Some of sense and more of non sense
Mine is not to question whence
But put pencil on paper and dispense
Words and rhymes in their true essence
Such is my tale very briefly told
And now as I feel I’m getting old
Hope to improve on these and hold
My graying grey cells in logic's fold......
I passed out with a diploma in Mech Engg in the year 1984 from govt polytechnic kottayam. I did not have the IQ or EQ (intellectual and emotional) to become a full fledged engineer but enjoyed life in those hallowed corridors with politics, polytricks, love and its absence and of course with the sweat and grime of metal work in the machine shop along with the rigors of stresses and strains of applied mechanics etc....
krishnakumar chandrasekar nair Poems
When The Sun Sets On Me
Do not cry or say good bye As I disappear with the evening shades To some promised land to bide
A Love Affair That Never Was....
I was too hesitant to come You were too hesitant to call Times chariot went speeding by Now curtains have begun to fall....
Those Dusty Book Shelves Of Childhood...
Oh, give me those dusty bookshelves of the past Where books held raptures that would last A dry crushed flower or perhaps a frayed leaf A worm eaten love story with an ending so neat
A Cyber Potato's Life
When my time is up and gone And I’m no longer on face book Or no longer on the twitter page Do not cry for me, please.......
Never Again, Please..Never Again
Hiroshima happened, Nagasaki happened No lessons were learnt, no one remembers How very beautiful crystal clear mornings Of singing birds, rosy cheeked schoolkids
Master Blaster - Sachin Tendulkar
Why do galleries often roar When the master blaster comes to bat? Why do hairs stand end on end At every ball he so gallantly whacks?
Paint Your Day As You Will.....
Each day God gives us a fresh canvass white On it we have the freedom to paint it right With either warm colours of compassion true Or in cold dark shades of grey or of sepia hue
Lord Yama And The Tippler..........
That evening the sky was painted extreme red The prelude to my exit as prophesied So I set my wine glasses and sat on my bed Then raised a peg to toast my hour of need
From that lap you once so heartlessly cast me Oh mother to those turbulent waters of fate In a velvet basket sans a mothers warmth Or that primordial taste of her breast soft
Mother Teresa - What A Life.....
When God saw suffering multiply He sent his best angel down And to the needy she did fly Wearing compassion's crown
A Poets Funeral
26/10/10 a poets funeral On a very humid Tuesday morning A cavalcade of cars slowly move by
When He Finally Set Sail
From the shores of intense suffering After being tossed about days and nights Like a boat tethered to the shores of grief
The Dam And The Damned
Some saw undulating hills of bliss And a stream and a waterfall They that saw them were lovers and poets But of no no future consequence at all
Love Frozen In Time....
On a heavily smudged and slow fading image Of a grey moth eaten college magazine page She still stands so frozen in time The one I once wanted to be mine
Deep fried, black and brown with tail intact
In spiced gravy staring at me- a piteous sight
Sad eyes waiting for the fork of a diner’s attack
And so resigned to a fate of a gourmets delight
I prodded him lazily and he seemed to wince
Could it be that he did not quite approve
So I laid down the fork and took a hard look
Again there he lay helpless and so fully cooked