In God’s Chamber.

       In God’s Chamber.

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When I told God,

I wanted to be in two different time zones

At the same time,

Just to feel the thrill of it,

He said He alone had that privilege.

When I expressed my zeal

To travel multi-dimensionally,

By flying, driving and sailing simultaneously,

I was advised not to indulge in tomfoolery.

Finally when I asked  him  if I could preview

The  moment  of  my death, pat He said

Every one’s moment of death was earned,

The way  they lived  their  moments of life.

And a preview of the same, had no set patterns as such.

                                                    P.Chandrasekaran.

Liquidation.

     Liquidation.

In some ‘liberal’ third world countries,

Where population is the single resource,

Life is spilled over in liquor outlets;

Dopes and dipsomaniacs drive in

Or walk over, for their daily festival,

When their families can hardly pin their hopes,

For a festive mood that means modified living.

Politics is more focused on freebies in certain pockets.

The cyber side of these zones is not weak but.

Mobile connectivity 'mitigates' the blow of hunger.

A handset takes each one to their destination,

Drier than the soil that has not felt the fall of rain for long;

What if, when the majority magnify their life’s dreams

Through an intoxicating flow of fatal fun raisers?

                                                                         P.Chandrasekaran.

Dying Offshore.

 Getting killed in a remote alien land,

With kith and kin kept waiting for long,

For a grievous glimpse of one’s last remains,

Takes a dig at the heart, with tons of weapons

Hitting at one stroke, causing a piercing blow.

The pain of parting is a part of the game.

But the sore of not being able to share

The parting moment, paints grief in permanence.

The battle of the womb with pangs of pathetic kicks,

For the one to be packed for the tomb, is a rude reminder

Of those, that it received  during the genesis and gestation;

The heart beats louder, with resounding requiems

During the course of fatal pull of the umbilical cord,

Years after its delinking delivery programme.

No backup can boost the morale of a bereaved mother.

Dying offshore, is the most diabolic cut of all.

                                                                        P.Chandrasekaran.