Then I slept to the sound of crickets
Repeated sound of raw symphony
Late in the night,Arayappan sang
Melody of pain in an intoxicated mind
Then a loud cry of Mariyamma and kochu
Tears of hatred,love and fear
Slowly the door shut,I was asleep
Then woke up to see a Millipede
Crawling on my wooden floor
Million legged beauty in motion
Shattered dreams on the floor
Few paintings of grey and blue
In the deep hours of sleep
My old owl wept with the thunder showers
Singing the midnight hymn like Mariyamma
Sudden lightening,moment of blindness
I was sleeping alone,on a grey canvas
Looking lost and intellectually confused
Then this morning,Arayappan woke me up
Brought me a black tea and newspaper
Talked about the money,his economics
Kochu went to school again in tears
My old owl was blind again,like Arayappan at night
I woke up lost,just like I was the last night
I woke up and found,my bottle of brandy
And few brushes,Then I had to make a choice
Red or blue,Green or white or Just black
Owl sat looking at my canvas,Arayyapan too
They saw the same painting,Blinded by light
Slowly with each sip,I started making sense
My painting went blind,I slept on them
Then I woke up to the loud cry of Mariyamma
Thunder showers and a shouting Arayappan
Owl looked in distress,as lightening began
Silent in fear and Silent in happiness.
Trying to find sense in everything and everyone
I wrote a poem,because once she said "I am a poet"
- Kris

Tiny fragments of memory
In the deepest floors of the mind
Once in a while pokes our heart
Bleeding tears of nostalgia
Waves of green and an old brewery
Round spring side pebbles and rocks
It was either black or white
Grey came in late,a sudden shock
Tired hands,circles of smoke
Walked,Talked and hoped
In between the charming
And the once charmed

He slept so tired,
Like a door shut for the night
Unwilling to reclaim his youth
Indecision,Decided,He refused
To write,He remained quiet
Romance of the red
Magic of the saffron

Unclear visuals of scenery
Of the shallow world outside
Once in a while poked a heart
Calm tears for death
Waves of goodbye for a man
Neither black nor white
He was a poem in grey
As they say,
A poem is read again
And again and again
- Kris

Like that small bottle of ink

Spreading the scent of blue love

Painted in a dark room

Intoxicated with sleep

"Ah,my love.Ah,my own"

Were the lines ringing

In my heart.

Drenched

In the love blue,ink

In a trance,I closed my eyes

Words mumbled out

One by one,

Words wet,love blue

And the darkness

Turned the other blue

Indigo blue less,

Darkness faded

My heartbeat slowed

Ah,my love.Ah,my own 

She said.

If not forever.

Just for a night

All wet in the blue love

She kissed me deep

With her breathe

With her words.

Leaving me deep

Into the vast blue ocean

Of overwhelming poetic peace.

Ah.my love,Ah my own.

I said.

It was never forever.

Not even for a night.

It was just that moment.

When our hearts sang

"Ah,my love,Ah,my own.

Not forever,not for a night

Just for this kiss of blue love"

-kris

Enough abt the wind of this summer
Sad notes about the lack of thunder
Shabby shirt and moth,Save him
Disgust on their faces,Save them
They sing,They pray,They walk in his bed
Stay away,Be fair,Do care
They shout at him

Unfair,Unfaced,Understanding,I am
Under the influence of life, I am
He says it,with dignity and pride
Of owning nothing,but a body.
Look at me,In disgust and pity
Yes,I am a misfit,not worth a penny
Because,If you start looking at me
And wonder,then wander and wonder
I may creep into your mind
Steal your dreams and wishes
Leaving you like me,Self loved beloved
Under the influence of life
He says it,with dignity and pride
Of owning nothing,but a body.
Enough about the meadows,doves and parrot
Lets sing about this free bird
With nothing in his pocket
He isnt right,He isnt wrong
He just has a life of his own
- Kris

In the deep floors of his mind
Or any human,A wish lives
To fly like bird
Fly away leaving her body
Into the planes of truth
Belief and Music
In the deep floors of her mind
Or any human,A wish lives
To swim like a fish
To go deep inside our soul
To find the pearl of fate
Noise,Music,Words
All that is seen,heard and felt
Is just crispy dry mud on her skin
When I love,we know
When you fight we know
When she breathes we know
Sing aloud like the wind
Let the sounds fly
Let the minds go
To a plane of lies
But the real truth


To fly like a bird
We live in a nest
Made of love,trust,hope
Oh.Dear life breathe slow
Slow,Slow,Slower.Slowest

-Kris