ajeesh venugopalan


Frozen between time and space Lost in natures concentration camp I had to forgo my identity by face Religion, caste and creed, what a shamp?   With several identities while I fiddle It looks like an epic, this riddle Narrated with elegance and style The fable takes you far a mile   For reasons beyond […]

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In our own land, when we become a nomad, Destitute of land, stolen the home had, By the self-proclaimed democratic rulers, Winning the votes of thy own farm producers. Their tiring feet walks past woods a several miles, In search of tranquillity and a new utopia; Vowed under the declaration for ten deciles, But finally

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Rogues of the land, power in thou hands by addiction, Arrest Krsna the prince, the lord! Under sedition, For only having spoken in favour of solidarity, A remonstration in silence broke for popularity,   Like the falling pen mighty; when it strikes the floor. A fall still broke not; but the words inked strong and

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Defiant Dream

I eloped on a horse; the scent of her satin blew up in the air; While she galloped along; sitting ahead. The stroke of her flesh induced more Life in to mine; The Life which had forgone ordeal of great confines; In conquest to chase my dream; Swords spit fire; Shed blood, deep dusky red-hot

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