Treasure Island

lalitha iyer

(7.6.1967 / Kochi, India)

Nakedness from My Angle....


When thoughts are naked,
Truths are born;
When words are naked,
Silence is born;

When objects are naked
Light passes on;
When sky is naked
Spring is born;

When earth is naked
Deserts are born;
When hearth is naked
Hunger is born;

When clouds are naked
Droughts are born;
When shrouds are naked
Corpse are Strawn;

When eyed naked
God was laughing,
When looked at naked
God was fooling.

When genders were nude
Species multiplied;
When blunders slept nude
Species mutilated.


When words became naked
Meanings danced upon;
When world became naked
Creator descended again.

Naked beauty is very strong
Untouched it is penetrating,
Upon touch
Life’s Mystery awakens the being…..

Submitted: Tuesday, May 18, 2010

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