Posted in Poem, Poetry, The Daily Post, WordPress

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

 

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Posted in Poem, Poetry, Road trip, The Daily Post

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 mind,
Stress buster is the road trip,
With the luscious nature throughout the trip.

Kavitha Patchamalai
Posted in Happiness, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized

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
Posted in Poem, Poetry, profession, Smart Work, The Daily Post

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Will be lame and outdated,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
Posted in life, Poem, Poetry, The Daily Post

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

 

 

Posted in crush, Poem, Poetry

That secret smile

She wore a secret smile,
As she could read his mind.
Has a soft corner for her,
Yet shook his head.
Like a cool breeze,
Gave him goosebumps.
He thought out of sight,
She would be out of mind.
Damn, when he saw her,
The haunted feeling came back.
Years of separation changed nothing,
For the fondness remained the same.
An impossible crush, total madness,
That left him more miserable than ever.
Cursed her smile that crushed his heart,
And moved out of sight to save that is left.

Kavitha Patchamalai

 

Posted in friendship, life, Poem, Poetry

Friends, but not masters

Let friends be friends, not more than that,
As you have a mind to think and decide.
Your mind remains a temple,
Until you let someone in.
Let not they become your masters,
For you may walk their path and get lost.
Stick to your mind and heart,
And give deaf ears to others.
Two faces I see, as one is the mask,
And the other is the real.
Real is sometimes too nasty,
For the mask is better than the real.

Kavitha Patchamalai