MADE FOR EACH OTHER
KRS Murthy

She asked him
How long?
How big?
How strong?
How firm?

He was proud to answer

It can grow as long as you want,
So long that I have stopped measuring
After a count of twelve
After a count of 12 years
Our love has been still growing, Dear

It is bigger than everything I know
It is so big that my mind only thinks
Of the same thing
All of 24 hours in a day
Our love is a full day affair, Dear

It is very firm and strong
So much that it can penetrate through any door
Any small space, however small
Before you can count three
Our love will remain firm very long, Dear

He asked her
How deep?
How large?
How heavy?
How soft?

She had a sweet response

It can become as deep as you want
So deep that never you could touch its bottom
Never you could probe enough
For every hour on the hour
Deep love is a pleasure, Darling

It is very large and heavy
So large that you can't hold it in a hand
Never you could cover it well
With two hands, and a kiss
Keep fondling it a little longer, Darling

It is very soft and tender
So soft that a bee in a flower only knows
Savor the honey slow and steady
With two lips and one tongue
Keep the love going even while screaming

EXPRESS LOVE
KRS Murthy

Last week was the dinner meeting,
an hour and a half.
This week's long walk
for half hour on the beach.

You have already walked into my heart
beating it very fast,
when we shared the same blanket
with nothing to cover your breast.

Our skins behaved like lifelong friends.
Two hour warm up of our friendship
has melted our hearts into the same pot
blinding our mind
tricking them to package it
as two long weeks of relationship.

Willing bodies have made way for
express love.

What does future hold
for the baby we just made?

Turbo love?
Drive-in romance?
Takeout love lunch?
Nanosecond orgasms?

Strobe light love affairs,
can hypnotize gene welding,
we just enjoyed.

Rolled a red carpet
to the new universe
of rocket age gene launches
with a liftoff to an assembly line
womb impregnations with
love illusions.

Who would want the real thing,
if it is not a fashion anymore!

WAKE UP CALL
KRS Murthy

Truth woke me up with an alarm
with a very loud scream,
big blow to my head
throwing cold water on the face
of my false dreams of the future.

Dream that levitated my life
Over the air lacking of oxygen
Suffocating my brain of any logic.

Can't go back to sleep,
but not really awake

ABSOLUTION ASSURANCE
KRS Murthy

I remember the times my mind vomited
eruptions of stinking gooey green liquid
every time I remembered how you made
me feel by rejecting me on my rainy days.

My soul sobbed with cries and hick ups
thinking of the unbearable sad moments
you turned your head away with no pity
ignoring my severely torn bleeding heart.

Nightmares chased me in broad daylights
soaking me wet inside my own sweat pool
sinking my confidence deep submerged
in desperation robbing all my zeal oxygen.

All my hopes were buried in a graveyard,
closed tight in a coffin of total insecurity
in an anonymous tomb with no capstone
guaranteed of zero chance of resurrection.

You have no reason to hide in the fortress
safely hunkered down in the cruelty castle
laying flat deep in your cowardly bunkers
scared for your life of my revenge bullets

I bare no arms even for my own protection.
Locked my anger long ago with an oath seal,
never to quench even the simplest revenge,
only to fly high with pardoning pair of wings.

Oath to shelter even the snakes that bite hard,
embrace the enemy with a warm friendly hug,
wear the forgiveness smile always on my face,
shed the pain skin to gain a tolerance within.

NASTY SECRET ABOUT ME,
AT LAST!

KRS Murthy

Let me come out right now
to tell you the real secret truth,
never told any one before.

My lips are sealed to tell anyone
I ever come across just a moment after
I finish pouring my heart to you.

Keep it our little secret,
for I trust you a lot
like my own soul,
that hides all my dirt.

Get the truth about me once for all.
Laugh at me all you want.
Spit on my face hundred times.
Ridicule me for all my life.

Firstly, I am a big fool,
like the circus clown.
I really mean it.
There is nothing in my brain.
It is empty like the vacuum.

I know, I made a fool of you.
All of you in the whole world.

It is all for play, and mind game.
I smile for no reason,
even looking at a wall.
I do not care if it is white or black,
painted with stripes or colors.

Laugh loud just to have fun.
Laugh every way I can.
I have no mercy for anyone.
Laughing is my main game.

I like to play like a little kid
with letters, words and sentences.
Throw them in all places.
Place them all in a box.

Circle my poetic wand.
Clap in rhythm, sometimes.
Act like a fool, just to get laughs
Jumble, juggle and giggle.

Quickly pull out a meaning
like a word magician.
If I can open some minds,
see their face bud bloom
like the morning flower,
that is enough applause I seek.

I have no special skills,
never went to the school,
the clowning school,
never known a teacher.

Never took any test
as it only has four letters.
Never cared for IQ quizzes
as it is only a number.

Let me also tell you
the secret recipe
for the gourmet poetry
I concoct, almost everyday.

Need to do your own cooking
to see it to really believe.
Gourmet with tantalizing aroma
ready to make instant love
to your mind palette.

Just use only 26 letters.
Throw them anyway you want.

Keep smiling all along,
whether it makes any sense
or even when it spells non-sense!

Just watch the rainbow come out,
the shapes of different meanings
dancing in front of you
like a virgin court dancer.

Shapely virgin invoked
from simple ingredients.

Make sure you hold her tight
close to your soul in embrace
reward her with a sensuous kiss,
a sweet kiss in your own special way
and a warm hug before saying good-bye
before you send her to everyone else
to share her beauty for all to see.

Admiration love ritual
with genuine music
is all the angel asks from you
and all who court her
to carry you on her wings
on the elegant flight of
the divine orgasmic ecstasy.

CLOWNING IS FUN
KRS Murthy

Let us be fools
Make funny faces like a buffoon
Color the faces like a circus clown
Plug the nose with red sponge ball

Let us juggle, jumble and fumble
Trip on invisible things
Fall down on our faces
Scream loud and silly with a fake cry
Point to the teardrop painted
so very real below the eyes
with a spit licked on to the finger

Walk with a limping leg
behind an unsuspecting naïve victim
Poke his ears with a tickling feather
Watch him scream scared and run away

It is all for play
Smile for no reason
Laugh loud have fun
Laugh every way we can

ARE WE RICH?
KRS Murthy

Dad! All my friends were discussing today
To know when we have really become rich

To be sure that we are rich is not easy at all
As I do not know what is being rich anymore

Are you rich when you have lots of money?
Do not need any more money to say enough

Just like I have felt that I can't eat any more
In a full stomach after a really tasty big meal

Do you ever get enough to say no more please?
How can I my find a stomach to put my money?

That just refuses to eat any more money to force feed
The tummy warns with a hurt really badly, when I ignore

When I feed anymore by force clearly spells pain
Just enough is happiness, and too much really means less

Less happiness than before, and the money doctor
Will cruelly prescribe fasting for the rest of your life

If you still ignore the doctor, you will win a ticket
A free ticket to a non-stop bullet train to the grave

Always had this question even when I was a little girl
Never asked this question as you were busy being rich

Is it too late now to ask kneeling in front of your grave?
For you can't answer while you are taking a long rest

You probably never knew whether you were rich enough
For your parents never taught you the important lesson

Born unlucky with my stomach full as you ate for me
Probably enough for my children and grandchildren too

Let me go on an immediate workout regiment to give away
Give to all who were lucky born hungry to parents who ate

Bred a generation of hungry souls who knew when to quit
Walk away from the dinner table before it is too much

Give away to the needy, and beg for their blessing on me
For my generation to regain the precious healthy hunger

Embrace the ritual of the sacred penance of giving myself
Give as much as my soul pleads me to do, and do listen

Treasure the sharing of my fortunes, and gain in sharing
Like palming water from the vast ocean, just to return it

Back to the vastness to feel the fortune of playing the role
Of a giver and take the proud bow with the divine gratitude

NEVER LET THE SECRETS DRIFT
KRS Murthy

Where did all my dearest dreams of yesterday go?
Had hid it secretly in my own colossal sand castle

Born to many hours of labor of love, day and night
Sun dipping down the horizon has been my witness

The dream castle I built was really very big and tall
Big strong fort I built around it made me a promise

Not to let any friend or enemy to come inside or prowl
Promise I heard when I mixed all the sand for the fort

With sea shells, fish bones, and stones, small and big
Glued them with my own spit, hopes and secret wishes

Tender kiss and a secret whisper to every handful of sand
Will never utter the secret, as dreams are meant to be ours

Never to be told to any soul, however close, it may pretend
For any reason at all, and not even the colorful butterfly

Never the pretty birds that chirp all day at each other
Birds have never known at all the art of keeping a secret

Do not let the innocent looking buds know your secrets,
For they will open to blossom at dawn and let the bees

Bees will always buzz all your secrets away, to each other
While visiting from flower to flower in the whole garden

Many times wander to all other gardens around the forest
Not even the ants following each other up and down the trees

"A secret that is let out to drift is no more a secret"
Guard it from everyone who may try to eves drop on the mind

As my mother always used to say, as I sat sad on her lap
When my mind drifted away to fly with the dream angels

Seeing my face looking down, and couple drops in my eyes
"Never let your soul cry when your dreams wash away "

When the tall waves flirt with the shore to kiss the sand
Quietly recede as if nothing ever happened, to come again

Many of your dreams are meant to remain only as dreams
For they are your own secrets, in your soul, to treasure

For they are purer and prettier, like a virgin, unseen
Hide it, and guard it, to quietly let it all wash ashore

Back into the vast ocean that hides everyone's secrets
The secrets anyway really came from the depths of the ocean

WHY CAN'T I CRY?
KRS Murthy

Being eaten alive
by monstrous beasts
biting away my limbs
choking my throat
clamped by piercing teeth
in a tight jaw grip
hot blood draining
endlessly from my veins

In such severe physical pain
that I had never suffered
nothing I could imagine
nor stared the death devil
in such a close up

Why can't I cry,
or scream loud to scare
the cruel monsters away?

Why should I cry,
if my kith and kin cant help,
if the pride lacks sympathy.
in its emotional jargon,
if hunger over shadows kindness,
if nature wants me to die
to feed the hungry beasts?

How should I cry
for anyone to hear it
for anyone to care,
for if no one heard
the cries of my mother,
my father, all my siblings,
when they were brutally
eaten alive like me now?

Any one can cry all they want
and cry for sympathy.
Be foolish to wait to hear
even few words of kindness
from the rescue crew
that is never there

I can't cry.
I can't fight.

I can only choose
the easiest of all,
to take pride,
to grace the dinner table
of my pride family!

Fate does not believe in giving
us any multiple choices!

NEW YEAR, NEW LIFE
KRS Murthy

Dear Sweetie,

Seconds and minutes have turned into days and years.
Decades have disappeared into the past horizon.
Another New Year is just few hours away.
My dream in the previous years was to get
millions and billions,
amass the treasures of the world,
and bloat my ego in the spotlight of world fame.

I just want to settle for you in the coming year,
for I know now what is better for my soul.

Welcome to the Poetry of the Cosmic Genius

RUN! KEEP RUNNING
KRS Murthy

Life is a long distance race,
a life long race.

Getting to the finish line
could take very long,
or may be just around the corner

Distance is not measured in miles, but in years
You can eat, drink and sleep on the way,
but never stop for a break.

Even when you think you are not running,
your heart is still running, racing slower or harder

Some may declare victory
only after a short distance
because they think they finished at a mirage.

The line is never crossed,
but they are already victors
only in their imagination!

They are only shortsighted
going blind in the celebration
of their victory illusion.

Ego is a drink,
that can slow you down to almost a halt,
fall behind or even fall down on your face.

Run it only one day at a time
ahead of others one day,
but may fall behind the next day.

Run while you could,
as you may come to a dead stop,
when you really stop dead!

Look back all you want,
but watch your back
for any knifes thrown at you.

Catch the knifes
all your life in your hands,
not on your back,
as they come in handy all your life.

Catch them few times carefully,
so that you can teach yourself
to be careful to duck
at any trick knifes coming your way.

They stab you just to step over you,
for their steps can't keep up with yours.

Keep the sprint forward,
the spirits up,
in spite of any pits you may trip on.

Run! Keep running,
while you can,
day and night.

The electrons in your body,
all around you,
and all over the vast universe
are circling around the nucleus
non-stop, for over few billion years.

Is that zillion zillion circles
of gazillion atoms?

The world has never stopped running
from the first tick of the clock,
from the first cry from its cradle of conception
of the divine mother, mother of all,
mother who wants the baby
young and playful forever.

Virgin mother!
Mother of my immaculate conception!
Feed me your nectar forever,
your unending affection,
of selfless love.

THE TIME DRAMA
KRS Murthy

Just another day in the time drama
rolling over my present abode
quickly to disappear
forever into the past horizon.

May as well come back peeking its head
with a charming smile
or taunting me with its ugly mask.

Another day
sneaking up on me
from around a blind corner
of the unknown future pastures

Stage spanning from
horizon to horizon
New actors in every move
appear from nowhere
to fade away forever

Strangers turn out to be parents,
with more strangers
to be brothers, sisters, kith and kin
Lots of strangers to befriend us
Many friends to walk away as total strangers
Strangers to steal your heart
Some only to avail you of your wallet
While you greet strangers
As a piece of your own

A stage for strangers to belong
to each other for only a short while
Strangers to forget they are totally
new to each other
to act as if they really belong
dearly to each other
Would never meet or care
Would not even remember
that they were all there upon exit
Final exit back to nowhere

Unknown moments dance with me
out of rhythm with the fascinating beat
Never in tune with the anxious music
on the present stage
to rush to the side wings
away behind the back screen.

The drama of life
with twists and turns
in the story written just for me

When is the beginning of the next act?
When is the ending of this act?
Acts behinds the acts parading

It is all the same drama
with new beginnings
in every dance step

Never do I really get
to know the story behind
All my quick clumsy steps
in all of these acts
with no scripts to be found

Never do I get to live the parts
but only to act the roles
with no real skills
like a novice on the stage
or, just as an extra
an invisible actor
many times with no applause
when in shadow of others
who steal my show

It is time to quietly bow
get away from the spotlight
or hide behind the curtains

It is already time
for the curtains to close
by the time I get in sync
with the beats

The drama must go on
Go on forever
Long after I shed my costumes
Hang up my masks
Wash off my make up
To walk off the stage
Never to look back
Walk off to the side wings

Alas! Can't believe at all
All this drama without a Director!

What an illusion of a script!
Drama without a director!

Magical disappearing act into nothingness
No stage, no theater, no actors
Was it all an illusion, after all?

THE LITTLE RAIN DROPS OF TIME
KRS Murthy

Only one tick at a time,
seemingly countless ticks,
like the little rain drops
fall only one at a time.

Yet, before you realize,
or catch them in your palm,
keep quickly dripping away
leaking through the finger gaps.

You see the precious moments,
the endearing memories
and many that slip away,
before you savor and guard
to keep them as especially yours,
like the pouring rain water
flowing away to join the streams
mixing into river,
merging into the vast ocean,
to be back to its home.

Enjoy the sail to witness
the rain drops of time
happily return back
to its vastness home.

Sing and dance to celebrate
soaking in the refreshing rain,
for they are clean and fresh drops
descending directly from the heavens.

Wash your soul with every cleanse,
for they keep coming down
to refresh you,
as every little drop is always new.

TIME! STOP FOR A SECOND!
K.R.S. Murthy

Hey Time! Will you stop a second?
I can't run with you anymore.

May I please go back to yesterday?
Just for a while.

I forgot something important
What is your logic?

Your chariot has no light
To see the road in front.

Darkness abounds for all the times ahead
I don't even know what holds for me.

Even a minute away.
I am really scared,
For I fear the road has ditches ahead.
Do you enjoy this bumpy ride!

Your chariot has a bright light
For all the times past.

Who needs that clear vision!
For the things Past!

SURPRISE GIFT
KRS Murthy

Fancy color papers, with festive designs, and golden ribbons tied around
Cute bows proudly smiling on top of the boxes, adoringly lying all around

Under the glitters of the magical charms sparkling to the Christmas tree lights
Calling me to get closer with a smile, lit by the tender shine of the moonlight

Dawn yet to break the spell of seriously frozen silence of darkness of the night
Every careful step down the stairs I took a second closer to all the boxes of gift

As the gifts with surprises drew me closer to the wondrous tree like a magnet
Soon laid my little shaken hands on the huge box with my name written on it

"What are you doing downstairs at this time, for it's still so very dark outside?"
"Could you not sleep till dawn? What is keeping you away from your bedside"

"No mom! I am just curious about my gift. Wanted to see inside all night long"
"Can't wait for the morning, anymore. I have to open it right now, before long"

"Be eager all you want, but tomorrow's gifts are always really worth the wait"
"Wait for the surprises that Santa has brought down the Chimney in the night"

"Come here! Sleep well. Tomorrow's gifts are always too early to open right now"
"Sleep with your eyes closed to the gifts, as it will be the next day before you know"

I can still hear her voice in my mind after years of her passing, when I am eager to see
Gift tomorrow will bring me, even though the day is just around the corner I can't see

Why are we eager to open everything hidden from us, though it is sure to be our own?
To see the unknown is tempting so high, that we are blind to things already known!