Putholi Arumugham T
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Putholi Arumugham T Poems
A DAY IN MY WIFE'S LIFE
A bead in her eyes reflects my restless years. Her strained smile in lips recalls her hopeful days.
WANDERING WORDSWORTH IN SRILANKA
I wandered lonely as a cloud over Srilanka That floats on high o'er vales and hills when all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of dying humans;
ODE TO MY CHILD
The poems your fingers paint in air is beyond my minds comprehensiveness - yet electrifies everything around you. The words you utter is unfound in any
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT
I was with my friends on a evening cool, looking at the girls on their way from school. It was the job that most boys get engaged in as they get ready for their adolescent age sin.
THE LOVELIEST POEM I EVER WROTE
The loveliest poem I ever wrote was with almost a dozen couplets my fingers sang, when they met yours - the glimmer in your eyes said it all.
THE PATH OF MY LIFE
In my stream of consciouness, the stumbles deliver poems. The trees of reality cast their shades often over the terrains of my life,
AS I GREW UP
When I was a kid I used to sit in our garage reading my fairytales alone and look around for those
A NIGHT, BY YOUR SIDE
Waves, the words of those untiring seas Writing an endless poetry in your beauty’s praise. Stars, the night earth’s replacement for birds In your blanket to match hues in your soporific eyes
OH SYLVIA - WHY DID YOU DO IT
Were you left with no words to match the intensity your thoughts Sylvia? Was it for him, who had words but not deeds in his love for you?
SITTING BY THE LAKE ON A LOVELY EVENING
The sky turns dark as if he understood my mood, That billowing cloud sees herself in the lake mirror
VIOLA - WHY POEMS FAIL ME?
I fail whenever I want to paint a poem about you
NIGHT IS THE TIME
Night is the time when worlds chaos stop. but your mind's begin.
EVERY NIGHT IN MY WIFE'S LIFE
In my exhausting nights I feel without fail the suffocating blanket of worldly targets- Sometime lance of my poetic sense.
A LOVE FOR THE SAKE OF LOVE
You showered love on him as-if the sun embraces younger earth with all her affection unhindered never thinking for even a second
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A DAY IN MY WIFE'S LIFE
A bead in her eyes reflects
my restless years.
Her strained smile in lips
recalls her hopeful days.
Has my words still survive
my long diminshed soul? -
I may never know.
Will anyone tell her that all my love
has decayed to pain and scars
I have nothing left in me
Am impotent to deliver poems.
The bead rolls down
as my yet another day.