Varghese J Kuttikat

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Bliss, O Man, you shall not seek in blood
Waves of violence break out from stirrings subterranean
Opening the floodgates of damnation sure and certain
You might be offered kingdoms and crowns gorgeous
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Let me light this lamp
And count myself blessed
Let me have no vanity unwarranted
To imagine the light I kindle aright
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Deepen my sight inward, O all-seeing Eye!
Will I die of fright,
Is it why thou shrouds my view out of thy compassion infinite?
Soothing sights are there no longer for me
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Please don't look for perfection
In the context of bestowal of affection
Mother bestows her benediction
Upon her little darlings even unto self-extinction
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Though the flesh is weak, the spirit is ready and willing
Solitary songs as well as songs in chorus dwell in me ringing
May be vanity, I am confident there is something beyond sound and fury
My notes are simply waves on the surging ocean, yet they are surging
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Sudden vanishings stir up vibrations intense
Very much alive, those who remain salute the departed ones
Brevity of earthly sojourn needn't dishearten us
All blossoming lapses into withering dolorous
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One who misses a lilac forever
Perhaps misses the bloom entire
Grieving over missing is human to the core
And that is what makes meeting so special and dear
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That foul play, however foul it be, for a brief spell
Must condemn the player to an eternity of pain and peril
Is scandalous to human ethical sense
Who will willingly choose misery eternal
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Riding on horses is perhaps a bit outmoded
Yet it holds its charm even in these times advanced
Particularly for the bubbling young looking forward
The ride smacks no longer of dense raging blood
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One face to face meeting with my father dear
Once I had craved with my heart entire
Which craving proved futile on this side of the grave
Naturally, as he had vanished to the shore beyond
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All extravagance spells not necessarily waste
Could all celebrations be condemned bad taste?
Sometimes it illuminates afterwards a joyous past
A link that enlivens yesterdays, todays, tomorrows
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12.

Sleepy heaviness
Crushes the primary impulse
To linger in memories
Awakening like day-break
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Could anyone possibly unweave the pattern of History
As Penelope undid what she had knit together?
Waking into the morning, Man finds night dissolves
As snow melts into water at the slight touch of heat
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If anything strikes you blind
Let it be light magnificent
Some sights seduce you, others nauseate
Neither ironical nor paradoxical, simply existential
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Within the twinkling of an eye
Angels rush down, race up
The human Himalayas towering high
Anything can happen
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O Heavenly Father,
Give me the strength to defy Thy decree:
The decree to sacrifice my son, flesh of my flesh
On the mountain holy, the altar eerie
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By way of consolation, counselors sodden in compassion
Would offer confirmed words of wisdom solemn:
"There is no crown without crucifixion"
In the human context, crucifixion doesn't always guarantee crown
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18.

It should not unduly perturb us
That we are not in limelight awesome
Not particularly privileged, nevertheless,
Our spirited self can seize some space
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If all the waters of bitterness
Gather at the valley of egoism
Then to exalt the valley gruesome
To heights blissful calls for daring humanism
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The blessed are those who parade spiritedly
Even when the skies darken unduly
Confident of the forthcoming rosy glow radiant
Yes, who get overwhelmed, surrendering themselves devoutly
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Bliss, O Man, you shall not seek in blood
Waves of violence break out from stirrings subterranean
Opening the floodgates of damnation sure and certain
You might be offered kingdoms and crowns gorgeous
But once you fall to the snare, you get buried forever
You could soar up infinite reaches
Then why should you shrink into dark holes perilous?
Once thrown into being, how can you deny yourself?
Denial strikes harsh strings and smacks of perversion
The perverse artist is aptly named the Devil
He mistakes soothing shade for fire and brimstone

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