Murty N S

Murty N S Poems

Long is the night
My soul rests somewhere
I am alone with my children.
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Dream my boy! Dream!
Dream to rid of your rote monotony.
Dream if you dare! Dream to show you have guts!
But never dream for the sake of dreaming.
For, dreaming is but to take up cudgels against adversity.
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When I meet eternity
In the cold embrace of death,
The last perception I want
My neurons deliver me
...

A good poem is like a passionate dame.
When she courts you,
She embraces you… deftly dropping her veils.
The more you caress, the more she dotes on you.
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Flowing through the inky darkness
Smugly between the ridges of the tongue
And grating the page with its tip
Is my poem.
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6.

That strip of blue sky
Always twinkles through the thick of gloom
For a searching eye.
It unlocks the fingers zipped by mistrust
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Murty N S Biography

Mr. Murty is a Post Graduate in Applied mathematics (1972) and English Literature (1984) from the Andhra University, Waltair, Visakhapatnam. Primarily interested in reading, he became a poet by accident when one of his comments 'It takes a lifetime to die' while commenting about a martyr, were encouraged by his friend to shape them into a poem. And it caught on. He is a recipient of Katha British Council South Asian Translation Award 2000 winner alongwith his maternal uncle RS Krishna Moorthy for the translation of Allam Seshagiri rao's short story 'Mriga Trishna' (Mirage) .)

The Best Poem Of Murty N S

A Night Sans Mercy

Long is the night
My soul rests somewhere
I am alone with my children.

Nature is ruthlessly indifferent
Wind blows cold aggravating arthritis
Sleep betrays me in my hour of need

Memories won’t warm me up either,
Shadows lost their sense of fear
Age pulsates serenely through veins

Pain shoots up in rounds of an AK
Joints warm up the calcium;
Making even a feathery touch insufferable

Amygdala replays unpleasant emotions
Even breathing has to be put on a minor scale
Lest it should sting some joint here or a muscle there.

Caught in the matrix of incoherent thoughts
The body fish convulses violently till the wee hours
When sleep, out of pity, restores its sanity.

19th Dec 2011

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