Sreeja Sreedharan

A dropp of water, so sweet,
as tears of happiness, a dropp of honey,
brings joy to the mind.
A dropp of water, so bitter,
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Night, with its sweet melody, silence,
Invites me to be a part of the song.
Breeze, with its hands, cold and soft,
Touches me, caressing me, humming a lullaby in my ears.
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The dry glitter of stars, I see,
The diamonds, strewn in sky's garden,
Broken from the unseen thread,
Like thoughts, that move in my mind.
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Like an unwanted guest, I came, said you…
Mother, you never saw me though, never knew me within.
A reason to smile, I thought, I would be,
…Little did I know, that it was tears I brought, tears of remorse.
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The coolness of morning dew,
The softness of a cobweb,
The beauty of flowers many,
The caress of a gentle breeze,
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Thoughts, sprouting like grass,
Fast as wind, many in count,
Fill the canvas,
Canvas of mind!
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Walking, scorching sun above me,
Light, no longer a guide.
Heat, burning coal, into self,
The wind, dry hot wind,
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The green eyed monster, the three eyed monster,
Jabs through my heart, my mind, flashing eyes, colour of jade.
I struggle, I scream, writhe in pain,
He torments, sniggers, pulls hard on the mental chords.
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There's this thing in my mind,
The thing I want to spill.
Seeds of a story, looking for soil,
To root, to grow, to end my turmoil.
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Let me be free, Cries a voice within,
Mind in shackles, numb with pain.
Encaged in convictions, hands bound tight,
Not by self, but by strangers around, might.
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