chelliah pandian

Long ago
I wrote a poem for a girl
talking about her eyes and her smile
her love and her dreams
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May be she is trapped inside a water droplet
Resting on a green leaf
Of a rose plant
in the eden garden
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she wields her silence like a brush
painting the magnum opus
of pain and more pain
on the canvas of my heart.
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Roses smell differently
When you fry them in a pan
With lot of ghee and
Little bit of sugar
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Years from now
when you are old
with grey hair
wrinkled skin and
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You can hate me
the rest of your life
but today
let me love you
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I walked a million steps
up the steep mountain
to meet her and talk to her
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While
I like to
Spread my heart
On the beach for a tan
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Conjuring a dream
in the pantheons of visceral reality
muck up brain plays intricate games
with a moribund heart
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Sometimes
I take a colouring book
And paint the sky black
At other times
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Sometimes in the middle of a night
I wake up thinking about her
The darkness seems so natural
I stare into them
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I can snuggle with the spring,
And dance with the fall
But when winter is her call,
I know I am up against a wall.
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I dragged the Mount Everest
To the edge of the world and
Pushed it over to break
The inconsolable silence
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Little roses that
Fight through a cold night
To bloom in the morning,
Die at the
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Talk to me
As if I was a falling star.
If falling down from the grace
I can’t steal a dream from the sky
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yesterday i thought
you were a memory
that would dissolve
and wash away
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I stored my dreams
in the foots of the mount Abu
beneath a stash of snow
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while i walk on a deserted land
seeking truth in a glass of wine
she shines brightly in the sky
with a laser attached to her eyes
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All I have is
three empty cans of beer
Moho on the ice cream
half eaten half left
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was walking in the dark for so much long,
sometimes thinking that the night was prolonged.
times the breeze would carry a broken song,
a sigh, a cry, while in vain my heart longed.
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