Deepa Chandran

Juvenile days, of good and ill,
alone did I stand, on surf smitten shore;
A perched soul, but did I dare
to go distant places, moments of solitude;
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My heart sinking…
While my mind robbing graves..
Tears streaming down my cheeks
I don’t hear your voice..
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The journey is too long and heavy
slow tread, trembling,
with crossroads and detour,
I find myself a sinking star
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Celestial Spring..
the horizon of yellow...
You breath into me, silently
every cell dance in mirth
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Not been mesmerized by the glory of the sky,
and the beauty of the rainbow that arch by your side!
Not been trapped by the green wildness of the leaves,
they come in all shapes and enthral your senses!
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A high ‘C’ and a heart break…
the truth, between my lying space and silence…
expressions of my unsaid…
the chord in unison with my emotions…
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I gazed at the orange sky,
not to withstand
the pointing fingers..
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My barren land
desolate and dry
marooned reverie
that no dreams dare reap.
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