WHO WILL KNOW YOU?

WHO WILL KNOW YOU?

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Who will know you,

If you know not yourself?;

Even if you know you,

Who will know you, if you do not

Let yourself get known?.

Being known is being flown

From column to column,

From channel to channel

On a jumbo jet, in a jamboree.

When air fills the lungs, it is life.

When it fills with fragrance, it is fame.

There is more of fauna than flora here.

More of deserts than gardens and orchards.

The  sterile air that fills in with nothing but heat,

Turns  the lungs into a Lincoln’s tunnel,

Stuffing it with noise and fumes, as fame.

The fame filled balloon is waiting to burst,

Gasping for its nostalgic  flow of fresh breath.   

                                                       P.Chandrasekaran.

Not Thin as Thought.

      Not Thin as Thought.

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Life’s  routine  is a racy Google Search  for some

Or just a rattling, round about  ramble for many;

Travel is a tedious travail for the travelling lot,

Whereas, a trendy  treasure hunt for a few.

Socializing is a soap opera  for the stylish;

A sweet operation  for others, well versed in,

Varied preambles and patterns of lifestyles.

If learning to live together, is not living together,

Living together, is not learning to live together.

Love tastes as a lolly pop or tricks as a labyrinth ;

Marriage is either a comfort zone or casualty.

Friendship  gets fixed as facsimile, or as tattoo.

Career may be a carefree ride or a carrier of woes;

Some spot out  a thin layer of difference between

What they are and what they would have been,

Where they are and where they would have been,

On a course of fate or fortune, or a firm  feel from the heart;

For others, the thin layer is not always  as thin as was thought.  

                                                 P.Chandrasekaran.