Author Archives: K.RADHAKRISHNAN


Poet K.Radhakrishnan lives in Bhopal city, India. Born on 4th November 1955. He is an underwriter by profession and worked as a senior level executive in NEWINDIA ASSURANCE, India's largest General Insurance Company till his retirement. He is engaged in consultant activities and insurance education. He has co-authored three insurance text books for NATIONAL COUNCIL OF EDUCATION, TRAINING AND RESEARCH(NCERT), INDIA. He has a passion for writing poetry which he pursued after retirement from his job. His first poetry book REFLECTION OF SOUL was published by LULU PRESS and is selling in Amazon and Barnes& Nobles His second book ERUPTION OF BOTTLED UP EMOTINS is under publication.

Sailing Through Void

Confronted with an eerie void,
Bliss of the life stood destroyed,
Stuck in barbed underbrush of quagmire,
Broken by misfortune, so dire.

Caught up in the violent maelstrom,
I squirm like a helpless worm,
Hopes blend in to void and disappear,
Like smoke from extinguished fire.

Expanding & devouring what is left of me,
Void bites like Piranha fishes in the sea,
I have wings to fly and roots to stay,
But I hang in the void, giving them all away.

“Fill me up”, vaccum in the heart cried,
But it’s pleadings are heartlessly denied,
I keep on sailing through the void,
Wandering like aimless & stray asteroid.
(C) K. Radhakrishnan

Eluding Answers

What tongue does the wind talks?
Arabic, Spanish or English, do ask,
When it lovingly plays with your hair,
And dries up tears with utmost care.

What Nation do the storms belong?
With fancy names as they go strong,
They lash the world with void of form,
With loud howl, many a things, they deform.

With what colour does the lightning strikes?
Purple, blue, yellow or white, what it is like?
Unleashed by Gods in their firey temper,
Deadly and devastating, as we shudder.

Where does the thunder go when it dies?
As it roars from dark and cloudy skies,
Mighty strike of the hammer of Thor,
As the Viking God rode through sky’s core.

(C) K Radhakrishnan

Mind is a deadly desert

Prickly cactuses and tumbleweeds,
Scattered there like human creeds,
Miles and miles of sand dunes,
Hidden insects sing in rapturous tunes.

Where eagles circle over for prey,
As sand vipers sneak out in day,
Giant spiders and deadly lizards,
The sun was blacked out by blizzard.

Ghostly voices moaning and wailing,
As sandstorms rise to touch sky’s ceiling,
Ah!!, a medieval castle in the barren land,
Who built it in the nothingness of sand?

The wind is the architect who twisted,
The ravines and rocks got blasted,
To form a shape resembling a castle,
A bizarre “ DEVIL’S CITY” in the middle.

Our minds are like lonesome deserts,
Showing mirages to unsuspecting hearts,
Growing prickly weeds of hatred all time,
Deadly creatures roam around to maim.

The vast expanse of mind mostly empty,
But it holds poisonous thoughts in plenty,
The innocent heart seeks an oasis,
But the malicious mind denies it spaces.

© K.Radhakrishnan

In the serene land of Solitude

In the serene land of solitude,
Where no mortals or Gods do intrude
Unhindered, the rivers of thoughts flow,
Creativity blooms and legends grow.

In the tunnel of solitude,
Bullet train of imagination speeds,
In the battle of words, mighty pen bleeds,
From the shackles of world I am freed.

In the theatre of solitude,
Where nothing sans air that broods,
Soul conducts a musical concert,
With heart, the mind does a little flirt.

In the hermitage of solitude,
All the vile thoughts gets subdued,
Away from all the dins of multitude,
Unbound joy hearts exude.

(C) K.Radhakrishnan

Life is a lousy restaurant

Insistent queries & evasive answers,
Anger eating the soul like cancer,
Killing silence bursting banks of patience,
Cataclysm robbing life’ s iridecence.

Mind is foggy and path is unclear,
Shadows of life getting darker here,
Unsolved equations piling up in heaps,
Drowned in whirlpool of life ten feet deep.

Hailstorms of fate pounding with noise,
In tear- floods & sigh- tempests lost poise,
Except facing the tides, there’s no choice,
I scream but throat fails to release voice.

Life is like a lousy and old restaurent,
Fate cooks & serves things I never wanted,
The yarn spun by me ended up being noose,
I hang around leaving it around neck, loose.

(C ) K.Radhakrishnan

Insomniac Mind

Mysterious and dark like an ocean,
Turbulent mind causing commotion,
Outwards it looks calm and serene,
Inside it boils and hatch up plots so mean.

Sheathed in scabbard of politeness,
It runs wild, infects life like a deadly virus,
In its vast, intricate corridors, so dark,
Countless wolves howl and bark.

Races so fast like Ussain’s 100 mtr dash,
With my heart it always ends up in a clash,
It causes many relations to go berserk,
Hiding in its every nook, the monsters lurk.

Insomniac mind works day and night shifts,
In that process our sanity began to drift,
It basks in ecstasy of absolute absurdity,
Claiming validity for its actions of stupidity.

(C) K.Radhakrishnan

Nostalgia for what never was mine

Nostalgia for what never was mine,
I hold to heart another lost shrine,
Fury of emotions with no pause,
As memory bites me with its jaws.

The pulsing rush of longings,
Magical dreams with golden wings,
Thoughts of them screaming and calling,
As starry night comes falling.

I want and want, never have,
Still dance in the dreamy wave,
My poor heart will forever crave,
Even if I reach the gate of grave.

Nostalgia of accidental encounter,
Heartbeat sounded like thunder,
My mind still roams yonder,
Why I let them slip, I wonder.

Memories robbed years of my sleep,
Even time lost its leap, only to creep,
My songs were filled with longing,
Her heart never had feelings of belonging.

© K.Radhakrishnan

First cut is the deepest

Reduced to few pixels on my lappy screen,
Rustle and whisper of love unseen,
Painful like a wound that is still green,
The forgotten dream that both of us seen,

What I see is not a portrait of my queen,
Ah, the fate has made me feel so mean,
A feeling lingers that world is so obscene,
I was made a zombie that I have never been,

I wish memories to die thousands deaths,
Never to haunt me till my last few breaths,
You did place on our love the wreaths,
Now the heart never beats nor heaves,

Memories have left a forever scar,
The string is cut from my heart’s guitar,
From my world you have gone too far,
The memory lane now looks so bizarre.

The wounds your love have inflicted,
For the crime of love,I was never vindicated,
Memory pierced soul under sky, blue,
For the first cut is the deepest, it is true.

(K. Radhakrishnan)

Surfing the waves of death

Monstrous waves eroded coasts of life,
Causing unexpected end to many a strife,
Some have surfed over it to our relief,
Many have drowned in it to our grief.

One after another they swelled to peak,
With dimmed hopes, future looked so bleak,
Some uttered one long piercing shriek,
Then trees of lives crumbled and creaked.

As the waves wrap the girth of earth,
We,rulers of earth, are panting for breath,
Rush of feelings and surge of grief,
Floating in the waves are life’s falling leaves.

Will this journey of waves ever end?
Dreams died, don’t know what’s up the bend,
Burning pyres rage as death descend,
Waves casting away corpses in the sand.

(C) K. Radhakrishnan

Ghosts of the Past

Long buried secrets of past,
Sprung up like vampires at last,
Letting out a deafening shriek,
Across my soul something creaked.

Clawing to make shreds of my soul,
Gnawing at my sanity in whole,
Past is like a predator crouching to attack,
Ceaselessly chasing devil on my back.

Feeding at the soul like a parasite,
It preys on mind in night or broad daylight,
Holding my senses as hostage,
Confining me in to its bondage.

From memories I try to paddle away,
But they keep floating nearby, to my dismay,
They circle me like hungry sharks,
Munching me with it’s jaws in the dark.