Remya Sasindran Poems

He was a man of many facades
Unknown to himself besides.
Hidden behind the various twists and turns
Was a world he himself was ignorant of.
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cold,
and the din
of all things (inside, outside) .
time bombs
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the metal din
of keyboards
and the whir
of stale computers
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tempers roar
in this cold sea
of unseeing eyes
and whispering tongues.
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I have painted pictures
tucked away,
in dark corners of a twisting path.
I have sketched life into its blurred stillness.
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I have nothing to say to you.
My words have died
on my lips
waiting for the moment.
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The blood bath of pride
And the battle of wills
Were abandoned
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I still look for horizons
sometimes
even after you
led me by my hand
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What could be the reason for this
Unbelievable
Cruel
Ironic
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starched.

frozen sways
and parched words.
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