Vinaya Joseph Poems

I wondered,
What does freedom mean to me?
Perhaps, it could be liberty
From the internal struggle,
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I saw from my bus window,
On a bright September,
Looming imposingly,
A lone teak in the graveyard
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In the cradle of dawn, the earth softly wakes,
A delicate balance, each life that it makes.
Whispers of wind through the emerald leaves,
Echo the harmony that nature believes.
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In Karkadakam, the rain descends, a symphony so grand,
A verdant cloak envelopes the land,
Emerald green, the paddy fields stand,
Drenched in monsoon's tender hand.
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A bed so quiet, sheets untorn,
A space once warm now feels forlorn.
The nights stretch long, the silence deep,
No restless touch disturbs my sleep.
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Amidst the blaze of summer's fierce reign,
Where the sun's heat scorches with relentless pain,
Crows take flight, seeking refuge from the glare,
In the sky's vast expanse, their struggle laid bare.
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No, I am not
Such a misnomer it is,
I felt…
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People were making merry,
Something was awry,
Was it the gloominess of my heart?
That obscured me,
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Sometimes I think,
Life is a paradox,
How absurd we humans are,
People here are in a mad race,
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On my way to work,
As I walked along the
Tiled and cemented pavement,
On the busy MG Road
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