Wings so heavy

My wings, heavy as a rock,
Pushes me down as I lift,
And try to fly alone above,
Below is the deep dark sea.

I turn to see if I got company,
Alas! I find none but darkness,
Hope in eyes and a heavy heart,
Flap my wings that are so wet.

See a dark rock away so far,
My heart flutters in despair,
As my little boy will miss me,
And hopes that I will return!

To the beautiful you!

To the beautiful you, rest in peace!
Life is too beautiful to end abruptly,
You should taste love, hatred and pain,
Which are nothing but a bundle of life.

Who is free from mystery?, you left,
So sudden, that is too unfair and cruel.
You must age gracefully, leave footprints,
For the world to remember you as you!

It’s sad that you are already gone,
You may rest now, with no pain,
As you may have felt “it’s painful”,
You became eternally beautiful!

Kavitha Patchamalai

Don’t be too good!

Like a faithful dog, don’t wait,

For the one that doesn’t know,

That you are worth much more,

Than the way you are weighed!

Let them get the same bitter taste,

They gave you as sweet memories,

That are nothing but tasteless ashes!

Grieve not for you are all alone,

As you have always been lonely,

Despite the mute, unwilling company,

That made you live in silence forever.

Ignoring you like a silent predator,

Is the weapon used against you,

Fear not to use the same weapon,

To show some sample of cruelty.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Fly alone

None will go till grave with you,

So get used to walk or fly alone,

You may get to know people,

On the way of life journey!

Keep them as pals for the time,

But don’t cling to them for life,

For you may die inside if alone,

But can fly high if you fly alone.

One has the right to ditch you,

Accept it with much courage,

As you have to let them go,

For love must be spontaneous!

Kavitha Patchamalai

It’s a violence!

Was a crowded local train,
With people of mixed faith,
As rich don’t prefer train to car,
Majority were middle class.

As I observed the crowd,
Got a glimpse of their activities,
College students joked and laughed aloud,
Others, busy with their mobiles and chitchat.

Caught sight of a lady with a baby,
Who sat emotionless;
Her body looked so fragile,
For the baby must be just a few days old!

The lady flashed in my thoughts,
And haunted me now and then,
Being poor is the worst form of violence,
As she couldn’t afford a comfortable travel.

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

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