krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

Bronze Star - 2,054 Points [krishi nair] (1964 and doing pretty good.. / Thiruvalla, Kerala)

krishnakumar chandrasekar nair Poems

1. A Cyber Potato's Life 3/6/2014
2. A Love Affair That Never Was.... 10/13/2013
3. A Poets Funeral 9/25/2013
4. After You Stopped Talking To Me.... 11/18/2013
5. An Atheists Humble Prayer 11/16/2013
6. And I Remember That Night........ 11/14/2013
7. Annual Assessment Report...... 11/19/2013
8. At The Garage.. 4/23/2015
9. Big Bash Weddings 2/1/2014
10. Cancer Ward Trivandrum 9/25/2013
11. Convicted Politicians Poem (For Corruption) 10/4/2013
12. Dead Puppy - Wailing Bitch 9/25/2013
13. Dear Mother...... 11/19/2013
14. Death In Harness 11/14/2013
15. Election Time 3/13/2014
16. Farewell To Sachin Tendulkar 6/2/2015
17. Fish Curry 9/20/2013
18. Flight Mh - 17 An Avoidable Tragedy 7/19/2014
19. God Of Us All......... 5/5/2014
20. Good Lord - Save Me From Such Doctors..... 10/2/2013
21. Good Old Days..... 8/1/2016
22. Goodbye Dear Thirteen And Welcome Dear Fourteen........ 12/30/2013
23. Happy Birthday? ? 1/23/2014
24. Happy New Year! ! 1/9/2015
25. Heaven - Here And Now! ! 1/5/2014
26. Helplessness 4/18/2015
27. Hiroshima And Nagasaki Again.... 10/2/2015
28. Honey - So Sweet...... 8/3/2014
29. Humpty Dumpty's Fall And The Medical Bill.... 5/17/2014
30. Jack And Jill - 21st Century Ballad 10/30/2013
31. Kerala - Gods Own Country - One 8/18/2014
32. Let Us Begin A Revolution 9/30/2013
33. Life - A Game Of Chess 5/5/2014
34. Life And Death..How We Come And How We Go... 8/23/2014
35. Lord Yama And The Tippler.......... 2/17/2014
36. Love - An Eternal Enigma 11/18/2013
37. Love Frozen In Time.... 1/3/2014
38. Mahatma Gandhi 10/6/2013
39. Martyrdom 5/5/2014
40. Master Blaster - Sachin Tendulkar 10/20/2013
Best Poem of krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

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
And all those fancy tales of faeries so good
Who lost their wands and cried in the woods
And of goblins who stole tulips and roses
All from the valley of love and happiness
And when the moon rose at the midnight hour
I would turn in my sleep and suddenly smile
Lost in a place of spells and charming power
And my cat settles softly between my legs and curl.....

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A Poets Funeral

26/10/10 a poets funeral

On a very humid Tuesday morning
A cavalcade of cars slowly move by

Rose petals on the hot black tarmac
Like words from his directory of verse
Or tear drops for the one now beyond his time

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