My silly heart

Hate the one whom I love,
But end up loving again,
On and off love may be silly,
But can’t change the devil in me.

Am I mad or madly in love?
Years passed, yet we fight like cats;
Same dialogs, same fights, same reunion!
Good that we don’t have spectators.

Undoubtedly, we are the shameless couple,
With the same silly smile after each reunion,
Silly me and my stupid heart,
That is lifeless without my silly other half.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Sorry pal, go to hell!

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Different masks on different faces amuse me,
All take distinct roles and play them smart,
Often the masks slip to reveal the real face,
But I prefer the masked one to the other.

Quite comfortable is to deal with the mask,
That does not involve any emotion,
They play, I play and we play the roles safe,
As we go to office just to work and not to make friends!

Yet I see some take up the role of a friend,
Soon they try to become masters,
But I say, “Sorry pal, go to hell”,
As I never mix business with personal life.

Kavitha Patchamalai

One Man Army

When your life is miserable,
Temporary is the condition.

When the expected change does not happen,
It may take a while, but don’t get disheartened.

All may be on the other side,
Be proud to stand all alone.

You may be left behind for a reason,
Make use of such situation to prove your power.

It’s you who can determine your strength,
For no one has the right to judge you.

Study your enemies’ motive,
So, their next move will not be a surprise.

Surprise them with your power to stand strong,
As they may expect you to quit.

If you don’t quit, you prove yourself,
That you are a one-man army.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Life, not so cool!

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Saw him pop a pill to calm his nerves,
As I threw some questions, nothing out of the box,
He turned red and seemed visibly shaken,
Felt him nervous as his tasks were incomplete.

He took another pill which alarmed me,
A warning signal that he was unstable,
His movements were strange,
The fear that surrounded him was strong.

As a human, I had to pacify him,
For he may not do well but is a normal human,
Struggling for an identity that may be difficult,
As too many compete with him.

God knows how many are in the game,
But not every one is smart to win,
The winner is always the best,
A strong willed fighter of course.

Kavitha Patchamalai

 

Damn the dream!

I woke up and tried to get up,
But neither could move nor talk,
I saw my family around me,
Shocked and shaking me from sleep.

I was awake, yet couldn’t shout,
Stiff I felt and heavy was my heart,
Was that fear or coma?
Felt a ton on me and was immovable.

Was rushed to a doctor, everyone crying,
I tried but could move only my thumb,
Which none noticed or cared!
But I gathered my strength to shout.

Nothing happened but a sharp pain,
That was too painful and unbearable,
Pulled myself and shouted loudly,
Gasping for breath, cursing the damn dream.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Clowns

Stay away from the sick mind,
That manipulates and tries to stop, scare and destroy you,
As the evil, incompetency spreads like a moss;
Or like a parasite that invades and feeds on you.

Stay close but be far to mask your anger,
For it will drive you nuts,
Let them not know your move,
As they wait to play games with you.

Anxiety is their problem as you have nothing to do,
Wait and watch them fall, as no one escapes karma,
Pathetic is their effort to win you,
As they fail again and again,
Just to see you stand so tall.

Kavitha Patchamalai

 

Road trip, a stress buster

As we get, set go on a road trip,
Our spirits soar high undoubtedly,
Far from the stressful reality,
To explore the unknown new routes.

Lengthy roads often lead to new destination,
Different flavors of food, a treat,
Flashes in my mind to go back again,
Mysterious are some endless routes.

Time ticks away like a sudden rainbow,
On the black road, lies the colorful memories,
Like a canvas splashed with different colors,
That gets imprinted in mind forever.

Refreshes the system that begs for change,
Out I go, feel it in my veins and min,
Stress buster is the road trip,
With the luscious nature throughout the trip.

Kavitha Patchamalai

 

The Dark Tunnel

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Like a pendulum, it oscillates back and forth,
One is fondness and the other is a mystery,
The key to the mystery is a real mystery.

Venomous and slimy is that key,
That took my time and everything,
Too precious is to lose, that even covers my age.

When I turn back, it looks like a dark tunnel,
But I never needed a torch to walk,
As I know to walk in the dark.

I found a way out to see the light,
But the darkness seems to follow me,
And it can neither be ignored nor accepted.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Do it on the spot

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Got to do it immediately, but let that not be later,
For if the moment passes, would be too late;
Chances are slim and may never happen,
Immediate action is a smart move.

Then and there, is the right time,
For I don’t see any plan that works,
Will be lame and outdated,
As it gives you no solution.

Day in and day out, I see sloths,
That move in a pace too slow,
As one would die watching it,
Better don’t do if you don’t love.

It will be a clumsy one,
That deserves a place in the trash,
As smart work is what expected;
Hard work lost its color long back.

Kavitha Patchamalai

The Broken Ladder

Let not the burning fire smoulder,
And make you a prisoner to the comfort zone;
Monotonous will be the outcome,
That may hinder chasing the fire.

It is grave and silent with all lousy,
Zombies that come and go,
With no fire but smoke,
That suffocates me.

See great ones with passion,
As it keeps me going on and on,
Else its claustrophobic and pathetic,
As I search for the one with fire.

Thus I wonder their purpose,
For I see them void and blind,
With a ladder that is broken,
And can never be fixed.

Kavitha Patchamalai