Telepathy Poem by lalitha iyer

I can hear
when you are near
what you think
written without ink
you sing
and my lips too bring
the words into fresh ring
do you understand
i am at the edge of a band

I can feel your words
they speak to me in roads
lined in queue they hoard
to destinations aboard
the drum you beat
roars in my heart
the twinkle in your looks
ripple through my books
could you feel my pulse
on your impulse.

It is a secret
is it a secret
all minds could if imprint
upon my paint
some of their heartsteps
I too confused
the cement is always wet
and no mansion is ever set

Day by Day
the ripples die
for I am dissolved
my solvent is in hide
again the tide washes out
leaving me all drained and dry
Life is ebbing, the candle is short
wind is blowing, my flame tapers
bye to my tresspassers
cruel immigrants haunting cursers.