Darkness of His Rainy Days

Ugly son, ugly son;
gazed at his world and others'
was blinded by his convictions.

Stars

Stars have forgotten their lullabies,
Mountains began to cry out rivers,
skies have parted ways from the touch of the seas,
grace has left the side of a wandering soul,
he has carried the burden of his broken heart.
Misfortune has landed him far away from love,
darkness of his rainy days have clouded his skies.
Ever so slowly he forgot he was lost, and lonely
kept wandering on the barren lands searching for unknown.
He took sorrows to bed with him at nights
suffering the consequences of the choices made.
He looked for wisdom in his youthful days,
where he once buried his smiles.
The world has forgotten him, time has turned him old.

Sunrise

As the sun sets to dusk
life sails off to the coast,
look for me at the beach
when you are tired,
I be by your side
till our darkness
melts to the sunrise.
As the oceans rise to storm
past part ways to the tides,
before morning comes
lets leave some foot prints
on the sand a little up shore
till our memories
wash away to the waves.

Storms

A sailor harboured along the shore
the stillness spun his head dizzy,
the greeting of silence
when it finally met him, was scary;
for he spent a lifetime fighting storms,
wrinkled weathered forehead falling over his eyes,
he could not recognise his sons,
he forgot his loving promises to his wife.
In the blue of her eyes he can only see the skies,
her tears reminded him of the seas calling,
his old world now a stranger,
this time no words to say
he set sail without a goodbye,
this time to find his acquainted storms….

Two boxes

Carrying my coffin around the world with me,
c’est la vie, such is my life,
my life would fit in these two boxes,
Two, each of 96×28, 22.9 kilos in one, 21.3 in the other,
Together; dimensions of a dead man’s coffin my coffin;
I am carrying around the world with me,
c’est la vie, such is my life.

Living and Travelling around the globe in my boxes,
boxes to fit cremated bones and ashes of mine tight,
In flight my lonely heart waiting for my life to be boxed,
life half spent in skies, In this hurry if so I die,
so may be such that I can be buried in the sky,
Fly; I carry my coffin by my side.

Ugly son

Ugly son, ugly son;
lashed out by everyone.
His mother’s grey hair turned white
loving him.
He has travelled around the world.
His father wallowed in pain,
as he walked away into the plane,
they drove back home leaving him
to now lonely home without,
the ugly son.
Ugly son, ugly son;
watching back and forth in time
was hurt in every joint and bone.
fire did not melt ice,
love could not find home.

Ugly son, ugly son;
laughed at by everyone.
His mother’s grey hair turned white
loving him.
He spoke in the tongue not his nor mine.
His father swallowed the pride,
as the world’s lessons cruelly wise.
That night he dined alone with his wife
at the now lonely home without,
the ugly son.
Ugly son, ugly son;
moving to and fro in space
was bleeding from his nose and eyes.
skies did not cry tears,
rage would not move rocks.

Ugly son, ugly son;
mocked by everyone.
His mother’s grey hair turned white
loving him.
He looked inside and out for knowing.
His father ruminated in memories,
as his journey too had too many battles.
They slept in their beds in tears
in the now lonely home without,
the ugly son.
Ugly son, ugly son;
gazed at his world and others’
was blinded by his convictions.
rivers did not wash away sins,
wishing would not shoot the stars down.

Ugly son, ugly son;
ignored by everyone.
His mother’s grey hair turned white
loving him.
He prayed to his many gods and others.
His father laboured in grief,
as tales of the world worried him all night.
They talked all night of their lost sons
in the now lonely home without,
the ugly son.
Ugly son, ugly son;
gambled heart and thought for company,
was sore in his heart and feet.
earthquakes did not swallow his pain,
whispering would not fulfil the passions.

Ugly son, ugly son;
pushed around by everyone.
His mother’s grey hair turned white
loving him.
He taught himself to dance and to fight.
His father slumbered in sorrow,
as fears of his sons fate had him tired.
They left home the day following,
from the now lonely home without,
the ugly son.
Ugly son, ugly son;
drank poison to make forget,
was tired in his body and mind.
wind did not drift his fate,
sorrow would not set the blood moon.

Ravi Kiran Kasula

Ravi Kiran Kasula

I am from Hyderabad city of Telangana currently finalising PhD in Neuroscience from The University of Queensland in Australia. I did my undergraduate B.Tech studies in Biotechnology from IITg. Soon to be employed in Yale University for a Post-doctoral position. I have published a poetry book in 2017 may by the name 'oceanic sail'.

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  • It will not good for me comment on my son’s poetry. But I loved his poetry. I am proud of him for protecting sensitivity.

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