lalitha iyer Poems

cooing
and wooing
all had going
when the saying
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They flash across
gurgling images;
lit images
faces of remote past
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Inside the eyes
a jewel resides
and they named it
the spirit of Vision
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It was a sweet song,
whispered by heavenly monks;
I followed the tune
and felt the mood.
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Endless days
and sleepless hours of nights
when the heart is weeping
and moods are swinging wild
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Melting
at sight
of delight
juicy
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I missed me
when I missed you
you who live in my heart
and beat my pulse
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In the dawn's dew
I found him glistening bright
in the sinking sun
I learnt a philosophy new
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the blind when he sees
the beauty of the life
his urge to watch
never ends the whole patch
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the sound of the wings
of the fan above
the motion of its swing
and the circling things
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