yamini peethambaran

the lanes that sprang up in spring
waving and tossing greeted the one
particles of matter in cubes and matrices
the world lay before a mathematician
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Was it shimmering thought?
Or just a whispering that-
Hit my drums,
Tuning my rhythm amazingly!
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Silence, silence in passages
I waited for a knock
A humming, a whisper..
All in vain, my beats were there alone.
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It wasn’t much when the splashes hit
Torrents tormenting the souls displayed
The dance of mirth the pace of swift
The shade of love the pearls in disarray
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thin frames peel electric passages
i pity pauper
outmoded world in her charm
whistles past in bunch of flowers.
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Lovelorn stood she
Lovelace he stood beside
Twines of parvenu blinded her
pastiche her cycle rolled
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Life is a cajole, acirce at times
Whiffle it does to creatures in the wherry
Recherche we fondle her-
recklessly she recede!
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pulses weak heartbeats silenced
the very flow interrupted
all blood ties drained out
the ray of hope in vine
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pearl drops stringed together
the lintels shone bright
little breeze in her arms
the fluttering dessicated leaves
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Soiled emotions, future dwindled
Am I blind? Numbness wrapped
Hustling passed my thoughts
Hurling fireballs, burning charcoals
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Clank the silvery metals rolled in, the soiled earthen base
Meek eyes shabby clad, the lines of age visibly drawn.
Nay the scorching heat nor the bitter cold
Swayed the scruffy den
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Aeon I stood by the moor
Relishing thoughts as aperitif
Apprehending the adroit destiny
The silent bourn appeasing.
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The journey yet to begin
The silvery pall shone bright
Mist pouring on December night
Were the lips trembling?
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Never did I think she would permit me- my best friend
The heights of knowledge- she asked me to love me!
Urging me to get on and fly away into my fantasy world
The colorless world of mine now pepped up
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All the breath I take shall be thine, all the pain I succumb shall be thine
The memories of mine be swept away, dumbfounded, still I would cite
I cared not to be the same but the butterfly-
Flutter away from the cocoon and sprout
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the land of artless

o my fantasy world, wouldn't i besiege thou?
Benign on thou appease, i compromised
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