Indira Renganathan Poems

Sometimes my verses
Get sentenced into a muted click
Muted mind sits sombre
Scratching the head to grey
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Satan sets in
Regardless of sorts and species
On the physiological route
Incidentally to invoke a spirit
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You're winged and tailed
And made to swim along a dead sea
To be excavated out of an old history
Imaged of a hero in an aesthetic
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Look, the golden plate is ready set
On the round table for breakfast.
Glitters reflecting tinges of my blood
In tune with the table of mud
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Fashion, collection
Scraping the sky
Under sunny white
Sweatless, buoyant
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Juncture of multi routes the mind
Centered self in complexity and blind
Which way to go and not to go
Perplexity, lunatic extremity, self-pity, ho
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Mom told her son
"Don't think dad has no heart for me
Just waiting to gift that special one
In right time to me"
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Gleaming, green and live
Like a tailless fish alive
Neatly cut and placed
Gemming sheen of water sprinkled..
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you are extolled with praises by poets.
Your cold weather with wild chillness
However a barrier, they still praise
Crowning you with more wordy ice.
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"What fun do they find in us to laugh? "
"Yeah, are we so funny thatthey laugh? "
"Perhaps we're ugly too"
"Ah, quite possible too"
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