POETIC FLAVOURS

  What goes inside a rapist’s mind? When a lonely woman his eyes find, Is this happens in a spur of the moment? Is sex alone in its motive and content? The porn movie he watched last night, Did it make him a mad dog to bite? Or his decision to enact those scenes, That he watched over computer screen. Is it because of his psychopathic trait? That always pushes him to dominate, Or his difficult childhood, suffering violence, To choose the path of such decadence. Is it because of bad parenting? That made him a Satan, menacing, Their failure to impart moral lessons, That he got enslaved in mental regression. Yes, men do have sexual fantasies, It remains in mind’s backroom as fancy, They weigh pros and cons, Towards crime they are not drawn. All men won’t commit rapes, Won’t invade women’s secret space, Guys with insatiable sadistic lust, Only those savages will break the trust They are not sinister looking creatures, But guys with charm and calm composure, Turn in to vultures at sight ...

Book is filled with many chapters, Flip through one, another comes after, Some pages induced us to laughter, Some are destined to end in disasters. Many big losses and some small gains, Frustrations and resultant pains, Some thrills ran through our veins, As we rode through life without reins. Some torn pages with faded ink, Under the weight of emotions, we sink, In between, we find a missing link,  But ink was never ours, we shudder to think.  Some chapters of life remained untouched, Some mysteries are undisclosed, Some partly written, lying unfinished, Ah, some are totally messed.  We merely hold pens in our hands, It is scratching pages, not at our commands, Story is ours, ghost written by other minds, We are left with only title to find!! © K.Radhakrishnan

Chasing multitude of whims, Forgotten was life's maxim, Caught up in whirlpool of wishes, Dreams of 'hits' turned in to 'misses' Ran after whims like a raging bull, Neither got happiness nor pockets got full, Willingly, over eyes, put the wool, Neither got peace not any thrill. Ran after whims,  got hit.. 'wham', Always got stuck in a jam, Many times duped by scams, A whimsical oaf that's what I am. Wearing the float of whim, Through life's ocean tried to swim, Chances of crossing it was so slim, Alas! soul chanted melancholic hymn. A victim of caprices of earthly tides, Always people have taken me for rides, Towards the gate of hell, started to slide, Oh, merciful God!, be my guide.   © K.Radhakrishnan

  Ha ha ha, he he he, they go, All the thirty two teeth show, Chuckle, titter or giggle, Chortle, cackle or guffaw with belly wiggle. Snicker, snigger or one with sputtering burst, A derisive one intended to scorn, at its worst, A foolish one aimed at pleasing the boss, Or used as a ruse to get our point across, A loud and convulsive cachinnation, Or a haw-haw like horse neigh at elation, A howl let out unrestrained and heartily, Or nerve shattering roar hoarse and throaty. One from pit of the soul you can't control, A nerve tickling one that makes us roll, Magical part of our  human experience, May they be mirthful one or a kind spurious. A forced one even at a thing so bland, A feigned one even if you don't understand, Sometimes to comply with rules of etiquette, For handling moments sensitive  & delicate. It is surely the sunbeam of the soul, A soothing balm to cure time's maul, Let laughter unfurl its wings in the wind, For it is the rare gift from God to mankind....

  An emotional 'Monkey On The Back', Expected not to derail from 'virtuous' track, Venus has to freshly emerge from water, Purity of flesh is all that strangely matters. Overrated virtue or society erected barrier? If lost, should she be stigma's carrier? Her valuable gift to her spouse at nuptial, But for Prince Charming, it is not essential. An acknowledged virtue for a maiden, Matter of shame for unwedded men, Double standard is societal norm, In marital life, it has kicked up dusty storm. Messed up culture proclaims it as cardinal sin, For "virtues intact" bride to lose her hymen, More belief is placed in a tiny membrane, Than trust, while driving in marital lane. © K. Radhakrishnan

  Uncared and discarded like waste, Got trampled by men in haste, Washed away by whims of indifference, My soul inside died in silence. I carried inside me feelings of a lover, But feelings got washed away in sewer, Picked up by a scavenger from the gutter, My heart has started to flutter. Trampled along were hopes and dreams, Scattered pieces letting out screams, Enduring fate in its extremes, Suffering from time's vilest schemes. Those days when I was sealed with a kiss, I can't help but to reminisce, Hopes dashed away as fast as an antelope, Lanes are littered with trampled envelopes. © K.Radhakrishnan

  River of emotions burst it's banks, Tears rained in torrents to fill tanks, Screaming of unexpressed feelings, A mire of hollowness made head reeling. Unwritten poems sodden with gloom, Life stretched away in to the edge of doom, Phantoms of memory fill heart's dark room, To dust them away, there is no broom. Feelings took me blindfolded to a place, Where I choked from nostalgic embrace, Shell that guarded emotions suffered crack, Tears started gushing out all the way back. ©K. Radhakrishnan