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poetry, thoughts, experience of ravikiran arakkal



Mar 08, '07






 
                       S  c  o   o  t  e   r.........

Scoot, my baby scoot....
Since I can reach my beloved places,
To eat , sleep,  shower and love,
To carry my dame love,
So to make me another super lover,
To win a  dame with a good face,
And show her to my friends,
For their admiration.

One day you will end up,
In the  annnals of a tech museum,
\As to how you wer a weapon,
Of untold love stories.

So scoot my baby scoot ,
Through the time of today's,
Modernity , to arttract all,
The good babes of today's
Modernity, to attract all
The good babes of  the city
And fill them with good booze,
And choice men , so I can realise,
My erotic dreams of yesteryears.


Ravikiran Arakkal








Mar 06, '07






DEVIL WOMEN.......

No Times have seen Ssuch Cruely,
Like that Devil Women,
Hungry to make men deformed,
They chew the cud of horrors,
Abuses, filthy speeches and thought,
and actions, so the time stood burning,
They fanned the fore of hatred in others,
To avenge sufferings of their past,
Which was inflicted upon them ,
By the men of their acquaintances,
They bled them, pained them by pulling,
Nerves , brains, organs, and thoughts by remote,
And by the robotics , and through satellites,
Stolen from the communists, who made the machines,
Forthe propogation of faith, so dear to them.

They made the men insane, allured them,
Copulated , showered heavenly  bodly pleasures,
Tortured them slowly and seve3rely,
Laughing , boozing, drugging each other,
Then killed the men slowly, at last with a
sinister smile,Moniy and large properties,
made, dazzling bodies with gold and jewels
Selling their bodies and brawns and  praised them
Through the head a of pooor wise old man,
The infamous glories of lunatic Politicans,
Greedy for power , rupees and lusting for 
Cheap, beautiful bodies of half whores,
And who fought each other for a few customers,
And dimes , which they threw on the faces,
Of their poor hubbies, at their plush homes.

The damned devils knew they were insane,
Hence enjoyed their devilry and succeeded,
In affecting the whole population,
Of the world, and may be far off constellations,;


Now the wise old man has caught ,
Them with their stinking secrets,
And thrashed them in the public,
And the fire of their of their devilry , evil,
Hatred Malice, Jealousy and lust.
Long is the time  when these devils,tortured 
And ended up  at the Tusssaud's,for their infamy,
They were to burn themselves in hell too,
And Original Devils can return ,
Rejoicing the end of She  Devils,
Who infested the earth so long, now ,
Fight with the wise man of the world,
Who tried to teach the innnocent world,
To live by love,which gave them so much pleasure.







ravikiran arakkkal...








Feb 15, '07



      Mahabharath....

Continent of many kings, and emperors,
Forgotten by the wheel of technology,
For sometime to come there is place,
Where few know of Mahabharth.
Many sons and daughters, prophets and,
RelgionsShe made to teach the world, of 
Love, brotherhood, value of women,
Not many could understand its philosophies,
Evolved the experiences ,
To the warring world, boiling itself
In its own self-hatred and intolerence.
Mired in its western made poverty
And lack of thech, she will rise oneday, 
To be prosperous as it was , 
When white man cut the craftsmens fingers,
And loot her plundered by a many,
Plunderer monrchs who came on horseback
Or ships with torn sails, the guys of which places,
Now flaunt their stupid wealth, ill-gotten,
Plundered monies of hidden shameful acts .

'Cause of this the world became 
To be money worhippers, 
Plunder loot and false agreements.
They are yet to remeber that it was this,
Country, that taught most of the goood living,
And they sufferfrom the excesses of the 
Lust and greed that wanderer their mind,
Like Asuras, of yeteryears, as, 
To conquer all their stupid imaginary,
Luxuries and vagaries,
Now they took land of -
The east again plundered and looted,  her,
Philosophies, to mutter her mantras,
That they know nothing of,
To comfort their degraded minds,
Of lost peace glories and for succour,
Once again this land will be seen,
As a place for solace and peace,
Making Gurus fo many an bharth's
Fakes of Maha-Bharath  !! !! !!


Ravikiran Arakkal


 








Feb 11, '07


 wife


    w    i   f   e   .  .  .  .  . 
       
My wife was my hearthrob,
She lived her life in an unknown world of
Fantasy and only take with me,
But none near her let her be happy,
Filled her with greed and jealousy,
She lost her happinsess and peace,
Abusing me for not earning her the luxuries,
Which her friends dreamt amd could not attain,
Neither diid they lived their lives smiling,
Neither did they allow her to live her
Simple serene life, perturbed greatly
As to how to impress her idiot friends
She took comfort in abuses and battles with me,
For the heavenly material gain and fame,
That spoke of a million words,
Which they could not expeience,
And became what was right ,
Alone and thoughtful and rescued from,
The clutches from ther friends' cloudy heavens
Which existed for them somewhere ,
And  the route to which they couldn't find,
And in despair they lived , of unattained bliss,
Now that she is free, she fougd happiness,
In the simplicity she lived for a long time,
But lost for sometime, in the urban -
Polluted phiosophies and lifestyles.
Once again she will be what she was,
A child of nature and happiness,
Which changes its aroma, with it's seasons.
She lived a quarter a century with me ,
With affection and care she fended ,
For me and our daughter, but monstrous
Were her relatives and friends, 
And made her a scapegoat of
Their avarices and idiocies,
Yet the child in her saved her woman hood,
And the oldage that dawned
Upon her gracefully and allowed her to tell
Her stories of the past to her and other's 
Offsprings who will arrive to listen to her
Story of life and passions.


Ravikiran Arakkal.



Tags: poetry





Feb 09, '07



                           

  
  MONIES ! . ! . !                                                                                                                      

I am the notes you carry in your pocket,

I am also the big fat cheques you pay by,

I am the Draft of all the drafts,

I
am also the coins you jingle in the packet,

I was m also the Bucks the Yankees paid

To the Injuns for horses,I am also 

T
he stones paid by the afrikaans for exchange

Of all the things under the sun then,

I am also the leather traded afore,

I am one powerful thing, which will make

Even the strong minded to murder,

And make many a beautiful wench discard

Her handsome love for an ugly old rich beggar, 

And to make many a good male become bad,

To buy a lot of booze, bride, bread and 

Land to be rich forever ,  which will not be,

And hence make me more powerful

Than ever, and can even buy love at least, 

On pretences till yur death,

Hence make me yours again and again,

Be hit with my mesmeric ecstacy, for I am the 

Excitement buyer, But alas , I cannot buy you 

Immortality forever, 'cause I am made by the God

To be chased by Satans foreever, 

And also can never  buy true love forever , since 

True love is for the weak  and painful, 

So I can never stand the poor, Fine , loving

And the mighty, and ha, ha, I am the real

Cause of all Human revolutions and crimes !.

At all time till men live by?


Ravikiran Arakkal




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Feb 08, '07



                              Alcoholic...


Hic, Hic, I am an alcoholic, baby it before you,
That hit me  in the mind , that liqour of fire water,
Which traverses thru my neck, I have before 
And after I have you, which intoxicates like 
The Nectar from heavens , 
A few drops to many a barrel  I have 
Had to understand you in the right light,
Baby , dont I love the booze, Chamapange,Whisky, Brandy, Red wine, Scotch, Vodka,Saaki. Arrrack,Fenny,or Kallu,you are like Them,good and head -Hitting,banging my senses In my large stupid head,
Like all the drunkards I love wine and women ,
And find to choose a better one to love or live with,
Let Bacchus not curse me that I don't live a moment without 
Them, and let not cupid curse to make me lonely,
Without you, fairies to live wthout, 
One day will I deaprt from this world without Both of your kinds,and I will trasport myself 
To heavens since i have made my 
Grades on earth , with both of you loving me, 
Not to sepearate , and your former ones will
Recommend me to heavens for I have given them 
A good time, which they can never forget , 
Of the fun and frolick,that we had togehter
In this green paradise which keeps going round 
The sun like a permanent fool.
 

                         ravikiran   arakkal








Feb 06, '07



Chennai, Chennai !!! 


Chennai, Chennai, is my big old city,
 Like the way old cities had been made,
 With gutters overflowing , dug roads, 
Cattle in the middle of the road, 
Fellas , crossing the street in the traffic,
 Horns blowing when not needed, 
Yet  this is my favorite city , and I wouldn't move 
Out  of here for a fortune!
With temples over a centum and exotic Marina,
Ships crossing the seas,
Kids doing somersaults in the sea,
The waves kissing the beach incessantly
With married lovers chirping in the wind,
The old marauding on the footpath with
Bated  breath for fresh oxygen
When the air is full of toxic fumes,
And the young on two wheels, scooting 
Not knowing where to end and start
Life of this city is nothing but mobile 
On a platter of roads and rises  
Which is Chennai, new chennai! 



rAVIKIRAN aRAKKAL



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Feb 06, '07



                       

                 PETALS  OF  FIRE  !

All the way and time, from the time of remenbrance,

 They were the petals of fire, spewing flames

In good stead they stood together,

To protect their rights and duites and of all

The ones they had stood , lived and died for,

This was the revolution as they called it,

In which melted the mundane sentiments

Of humans of lesser minds, not to be for

Long to live and continue for the common ideas,

Fused and boiled with the minds of the fire petals

To make an era of hot and equal times

And care for the lesser mortals of this world,

And to transform the ideals of yesterdays

To be temporary and change with the speed

Of lighting thought  and actions, never to go

Back in time and space, for the revolution is here,

To lick our minds with Petals of Fire!

Ravikiran  Arakkal.









Feb 06, '07



Texas    woman


She was my dream, it took me awhile
To look her up from side to side, both front
And back, hers were all large and big,
The lips tits, and the arse,
Which I coulnt't but admire the max;
Years I dreamt of her for long span of times,
Yet I could'nt tell her what I thougtht,
Of my lonely suppressed passion and love,
But my friend , one day she became 
Someone else's wife, since he was tall 
And handsome, yet I could'nt stand the thought
Of loosing her for good.
I used to dream of skewing with her,
To be one and all that, and more,
Yet it had to be in my dreams only,
Yet I relish the thought of her 
Since I was puny and small, and not
Able to win over her with dare,
Hence,with glee, I still remember her , 
The best,Of my loves told n numbers to so many,
Though I won a more beautiful lass as 
My mate for my life time, I think her of 
with untold passion, and pleasure,
Since she was the broadest of broads 
I have ever seen, who had hit me like a ton,
When I saw her the first time, and all time
I met and looked stealthily for 
The imaginations I could make 
When I was lonely and forlorn.



Ravikiran Arakkal.... 








Feb 04, '07





Beautiful.... Flower 

I had this beautiful flower  in my garden,

One day early morning she bloomed,

With wonder in her eyes, and beauty largely

Writtem on her face and body, shy down to the earth

She was one of a kind exotic, pale yellow 

And red in texture,  felt like she was full of dreams,

Of what she is going to be torrow,

But then it happened in a few days,

Her belly filled by a pollen,

Without her knoledge, like she felt like 

Suicide, but swallowed her pride and waited 

For something to happen, but her body bulged,

Petals shrivelled and withered and then she 

Died not fulfilling her dreams  of joys untold,

Yet her body made the lovely fruit,

Which bore the good seed of her nature,

Which fell down on the soil, to make a sapling 

Like the mother of the flower, and continued 

To carry  a thousand flowers who smiled together ,

To continue the cycle of life...on the earth...

To thell the story fo the beautiful flower....


Ravikiran Arakkal.



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