NASTY SECRET ABOUT ME, AT LAST!

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.

ABSOLUTION ASSURANCE

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.

WAKE UP CALL

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

EXPRESS LOVE

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!

MADE FOR EACH OTHER

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

Bird In A Cage

Bird In A Cage
K.R.S. Murthy


I am a bird in a cage
clipped wings, flightless
stolen from my mother nature
your pet, in prison, a pride catch, caught innocent
a show case to you, among your dead wood furniture.

Conceived in your mind between romantic interludes
with crowded clouds, black, gray and white
floating aloft the roof tops
towering snow clad white mountains
holding hands as frozen dancers
the heads tearing away the boundless blue sky
with a chilling sensation descend drizzling droplets
pouring rain, waning, waxing showers
turning into streaming rivers
diving down the cliffs
jetting water sprays
misting clouds
to the hungry woods and wetlands
full grown green trees sheltering the little plants
and the far away twinkling stars
the bees, in love with the lovely flowers.

Closed eyes, led by the innate intuition instinct
inhaled the creative breeze, fresh, soothing, mind swaying

Cried for my mother nature
she blessed me with bosoms
as I suckled the heavenly nectar of flowing emotion.
Spoke in my mother tongue, clean, clear feelings
Sprung the expression seeds
Nurtured in your heart
Conceived by romantic interlude with nature

I built fantasy palace of free flight
severing the alphabet soup shackles
let loose from the archaic jail of the poetic tradition
the rhyme drill, the meter walls
feeding the grammar poison
drinking the line juice

No more !
feed me no more artificial ingredients.

A piece of my mother nature
let me bloom in her image
Flying in boundless cosmic wonderland.

Holy Prison

Holy Prison
K.R.S. Murthy


Swimming in ecstasy in the filthy slush of stinking gutter
My mind tricked me in its rendezvous of the forbidden desire

Wearing a fancy dream mask and acting on the pretension stage
In a naked costume fully smeared with unholy perfume of lust

Horse of a royal pedigree with the height of elegant beauty
Had gone donkey wild without even a little hint of its lunacy

The hell had broken loose to forcefully invade the heavens
Capturing its inner sacred sanctum, looting all its treasures

Etiquette angels of the pious tradition were loosely dancing naked
In a vulgar embrace with the demon solders in a frantic lust parade

Celibacy virgins were getting cruelly raped by promiscuous studs
Innocence infants were whipped unkindly by the cultureless nomads

Saintly sacred robes were suddenly stripped to reveal the scoundrel
Disguising as noble priests with holy vows in a monastic temple

Drenching in my own sweat, with my heart in demonic rhythmic beat
Drumming unpleasantly, threatening my right to be in holy pursuit

Woke up from the nightmare that would vigorously scare my shaken soul
Day and night, pleading me to retire from the quest once for all

Unworthy forever to be pure in mind before my body could roll in dirt
Walked away from the holy privileges bestowed on me with trust

Never to look back on the years of holy pursuit choosing to retire
Shedding my guilt skin forever to pride in my new modesty attire

No burden to carry in my new path, and not even glory golden handcuff
No one to follow me, or not any heavy shackles of souls to love in my life

Anonymity is such a precious blessing that I would have never known
If my mind had never revolted against me to get out of the holy prison