Dr. Rani Mathew

Be in maternity robe or ball gown
be in chat room or on bridal bed
love that denies breathing space
blooms only to wither away.
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It was on the frozen bed
down the moss laden pond,
his undying love he confessed.
His voice quivered as he spoke
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At his wheel, squat
the aged potter
Withered and scraggy
Mixing clay and sweat.
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Man and Woman
Man and woman
Make up a binary
He needs space
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When marked man and wife
I'm lost in him, they cry.
But this invisibility, I celebrate
That kills but rejuvenates.
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In that tiny coffin she lay asleep
Wreathed in flowers red and white.
Her cheek and chin far fairer.
An angel dressed up for the fair.
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It was on a rainy day
I caught the rascal first
stealthily stepping on to the hearth
with a dripping tail limping by.
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He was once a shell to me
within which formless I lay.
It was his form that I had.
the container and the content.
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It is a recliner carved and polished.
on the hand rest, right,
an engravedlion fierce and wild
A woodenlion on a wooden seat.
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Towering cliffs
draped in soothing green
Close to heavens, ..counting stars.
Majestic is your bearing
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That the seed fell down
It was with the drainage water
That the seedling was sprinkled
It was with the excreta of stray fowls
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Oh! Mighty souls, towering aloft
Buoyant you are but
trite and stale I shrink
thy blistering radiance I shun
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Cuddling me close to her bosom,
The biting chill of December she routed.
Huddled within the velvety lap,
Her tresses, soft, I scanned.
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A foetusonce I was
In the womb of my mom
Proud and happy I felt
Warm and cozy too.
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