Gautham Ramakrishnan's Blog, page 2
May 8, 2019
The ArgumentThe devil is in the details,The obscure logic The creation of hungerThe soul can only...
The devil is in the details,
The obscure logic
The creation of hunger
The soul can only disappoint,
For the strife that tongues
Have lashed to their voices
As painless nerves
Run like rivers
Coursing through the bodies of dreams,
Crashing heads against cold pavements,
This life is my disease
And how I intend to battle my mortality,
Is by signing the contract
That never seems to age
Unlike the devil that sits across from me.
May 4, 2019
Fuck me and get it over with,Drain my spirit through my lipsTangled and knotted are these heart...
Fuck me and get it over with,
Drain my spirit through my lips
Tangled and knotted are these heart strings,
There’s no point in fiddling,
Cut them loose
And watch me dance.
April 25, 2019
Crime and Punishment Kindness is a crimeWe are all guilty of,And so we shall weep Like dandelions in...
Kindness is a crime
We are all guilty of,
And so we shall weep
Like dandelions in the rain,
As the punishment certainly fits the crime.
April 22, 2019
The GlitchWho is the student,Whose learning is life,The wayward travellerWho journeys beyond the...
Who is the student,
Whose learning is life,
The wayward traveller
Who journeys beyond the random perils
Stumbling over accidental truths,
And who is the teacher,
Whose life is learning,
A fixed destination,
Where stagnant dreams and distant troubles,
Makes the future fluctuate
Like an indecisive sunset.
April 6, 2019
A poem about love in hindsightCruel is your name,A shade of immortal memoryBound to the powersOf...
Cruel is your name,
A shade of immortal memory
Bound to the powers
Of whatever I name as Love.
Through the white curtains
From the eyes of Gods
Raining their tears
Upon the stainless souls below.
I murdered my spirit
Everytime I fell in love,
I was resurrected
When I held back my tears,
For my greatest fear
Was that the dream would end
And it certainly did.
I am nothing now,
As I have always been,
And till I recover what has gone missing,
I remain a stone,
The river flowing over head.
March 30, 2019
bandaidsfortheheart:
“Do you know how many times
I’ve rewritten this poem?
Waited all this time to...
“Do you know how many times
I’ve rewritten this poem?
Waited all this time to show
you my soul.
Now we’re here.
My pen to your ear.
And I have nothing to say.”— V.P.
The story of my life…
March 27, 2019
Simple SimonI will take the leap of faith,With gratitude and remorseHeld within my rattling fists,To...
I will take the leap of faith,
With gratitude and remorse
Held within my rattling fists,
To my friends,
It’s time I apologised for the errors
I have yet to mend,
For I will admit,
I made them quite willingly,
But senselessly I must add,
Too easily did I submit myself to that idle simplicity,
For now I wish these mistakes were never mine,
But I’m sure you’ll understand one day,
Maybe someday we may speak to each other again,
For time has long been a mutual friend
Whose loyalty is often given way to misunderstanding,
For when my clock stops,
Yours will still run.
March 25, 2019
A work of malice mingled with the joys of creation,A slender volume of days gone by,Cherished...
A work of malice mingled with the joys of creation,
A slender volume of days gone by,
Cherished reveries of bliss accounted for,
Hidden by me in a maze of dreams,
Unbidden visitors beware,
It shines in the light
Of which I cannot reveal,
A book of poems I have written,
Like a stairway arrested in fractured ascensions,
Trickeries of the mind’s endless jealousy of the heart,
Potions of death and life, unlabelled
Upon the many shelves that litter the floors
Of my favourite halls beneath the expanding stars,
I was always a mess,
But here is proof,
That I can hold it together
For as long as desire could propel me,
To finish something I had started a long time ago.
