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Wednesday, May 22, 2013

A Farmer's Suicide Note.




       A Farmer’s Suicide Note.

The cracks in my land widened,
Shrinking my hopes of survival.
The deepening dryness on a daily rate,
Heightened my fears of the future,
As if a knife was piercing through my gullet.
Let down more by debts, than by the monsoon,
Unnerved more by my protectors’ pretences
Than by the door- closing water holders,
How long could my saliva quench my thirst?
When the empty plates mocked at my defeat
To produce and prosper, my culture crumbled.
I mustered strength to silence my breath;
I found the road to the morgue smoother
Than the strenuous pathway to my fallow field.
Not that I failed to cultivate and cull out a life.
But these days killing is easier than tilling.
Those who claimed that I should own my life
Lose their voice to question my right to retrieve
A soul left in the lurch in tomb like caverns,
Crying for help, with SOS mails discarded.
I had to choose between the hailing Hades
And the crippled Cauvery and I made it perfect.
Is not a suicide  worthier than soulless living?
                                                                   P.Chandrasekaran.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

A Call Girl's Aside


                   

               I am like a reusable roadside litter bin,
          Where men dump their vulgar spirit in;
          Vigorously they play their indoor games,
          Without registering their given names.

          Never do I recall any of their fragile faces
          Fleeting as they are, fixing their grimaces.
          Forms of men come and go in my dreams
          Like a crumbled structure’s broken beams.

          I have to act in a series of robotic romance
          Behaving as if I was, in an unending trance.
          Men come to see me just as a trunk less form
          Pushing my thoughts into a traumatic storm.

          Missed calls always abound in my mobile phone
          As I lie days and nights, like a lifeless cold stone.
                                                                         P.Chandrasekaran