Bad Romance?

I’ll give it to you all for free.
If you’d listen over a cup of tea.
I’ll write a story while at NIMHANS.
It will be about our Bad Romance.

I will let you know that I appreciate
every inspiration you did create.
You told me I was Born This Way.
I needn’t apologize at the end of the day.

Let’s play Russian Roulette and have fun.
Roll on hay, all day, under the sun.
I’m talking about Love, not just being Friends.
We’ll depart, with Poker-faces, when all ends.

Lady Gaga, I want to meet you.
Je t’amie! Even if it isn’t true.

~Pramodh Iyer, a poet from The Equilibrium of Life

Forbidden Love

coded rendezvous

notes slipped into back pockets

furtive glances

unspoken words

nightly kisses

ignored by day

eyes flirting across the room

mouths sewn shut

grazing hands

lingering scents

fleeting moments

of affection

never anything more

this love too pure

for the poison of the world

these minds too closed off

to see two feminine silhouettes

in an embrace.

All The Songs

Every song has become about you

When the love songs start playing

I remember what we used to be

And when the ones about heartbreak start

I picture us now.


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I know he sees me as a project

Something broken, something damaged

That needs to be repaired so that it works again

With a psychology degree as his screwdriver

And late night conversations as his pliers

He wants to hammer me back into place

Tighten my bolts into tip top shape

He sees something in me that is worthy of redemption

call it my saving grace, but all I see are gaping holes

where love and trust should fill up the space


He says “I love you”

when what he really means is

“I’m going to fix you”

I just wonder if he’ll love me

Once he’s done fixing me.


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Exit Stage

I had a thought; a picture of you.
You were downing poison, again.
I thought, perhaps, I’d share it too.
And, just let go of all this pain.

Do me a favor, before you leave,
and call me, just once more.
You said, I’d get a hug; I believe.
We’d both leave Earth, for sure.

As far as I see, from my view,
you’ll ‘rock-the-show‘ in Hel.
Earth should mourn; it’s true.
But, where you’d go, I’d do well.

Leave this reality when you must,
if it no longer feels light as it was.
A world where heroes are buried by dust
isn’t as half good as Hel’s applause.

Inspire me to live, one more time,
and give me a hug before we leave.
You needn’t apologize for any crime
but know that what you said, I believe.

I ask you not to stay; I’ll join you anyway.
The world needs our healing, yet another day.

~Pramodh Iyer, a Poet at Ω The Equilibrium Of Life Ω

(A ballad, dedicated to one and post prompted by one; grateful for both!)


I tell myself I’m that independent girl

who has her own shoulder to cry on

who doesn’t need anyone but herself,

I should be after what happened the last time

but I’m lying to myself because

sometimes I just need a crutch, someone to lean on,

when my bones are broken and

I can’t see with the blood in my eyes

but it’s hard for me to trust anyone

Last time I did,

I ended up with a mouth full of gravel,

more bloody body parts than I started off with

and a heart that was dripping tears and desperation

But when you look into my grey eyes

and you see a tempest, not forgotten hopes,

you see storm clouds that bear thunder, not the smoke that drifts away

I want to try all over again,

So let me take your hand,

don’t injure me so that I am forced to

After all

You can only break someone so many times

until they never heal again

You can only push me to the ground so many times

until I never get up again.


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In The Dark Cave

Every book a god has ever written
of Secrets which were never spoken
is a Gift to me, handed down for free.
Their Words broke my chains free.

I once ventured into the Cave I feared.
As Death approached, my end neared.
I found the Monster from whom I’d hid.
And, hugged her like I never did.

The gods told me that there was treasure
which no mortal had dreamed of ever.
And, when I ventured into the Cave too,
I found not gold, I found you!

~Pramodh Iyer, a Poet at Ω The Equilibrium Of Life Ω