Poem Misunderstood

I am tired, I am beat,
I have no where to eat.
I am bad, I am good,
I am misunderstood.
I can give, I can take,
I am going totally insane.
I can love, I can hate,
I have nothing that remains.
I have whiskey, I have rum,
Why then am I still not numb?
I love honesty, I like boldness,
but these things are totally useless.
The one I love is going away, and all I can think of is 'While she is away!'

By P. Kasturi Rangan

Poem Integrity

Integrity, integrity, where art thou?
Art thou in my midst or hanging from a bough?
Art thou in truth and all the good in the world?
Art thou in vain, or be thou a nuisance?
Wherever thou reside, I promise thee,
One day thou integrity, shall reside in me.

- By P. Kasturi Rangan