lalitha iyer Poems

my life
it throbs
cut off from divine
It exists
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When you march
fast across the path
dont fail to look
down under the steps
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It calls
Cooes I recall
when I was a child
it was very mild
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When words replace silence
thoughts give way to presence
of some vague sense
that tortures you without essence
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the earth quaked
eating innocents
babies and kittens
beasts and brutes
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solving all equations
puzzled by problems
interacting with confusions
searching the truth behind illusions
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the baby cries
with a single syllable
you wonder upto skies
and offer all things and lies
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Upon the Cross
he shed his blood
he who blooded the world
was nailed by the world
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It was the night of nothings
silence caved in with everything

feelings smothered by numbness
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I am reduced
to a grain of sand
lying in the Ocean land
I was up at the mountain
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