Biography of Akhila Viswambharan
Akhila Viswambharan Poems
I know, I must leave, I know, it ain’t right, But you know, I’m not ready for this.
There's moonlight on us, On the sandy beach, Music blending behind in the sea! Here I am, you with me,
It started ever so slow, I never knew of you, For I was a blindfish, When you pulled me out,
With the generosity of martini, Tonight I sit by dad, As he says, 'Well done, Princess! ' And I beam with a twinge,
Come on now, turn around, Hip hop time, Lets hit the disque.
Was it the twinkle of smiles, Was it the quickening of breaths, Was it the fervor of kisses, Was it the moment of moments?
Gazing at incertitude, With a sense bereft of attitude, I see concentricles all over, And never bother to ponder.
Into the heat of the noon, With a purse barely filled, Marvelling about those splurges, Wondering when the next buying binge is,
The ashtray by the side The Rothman butts crushed The tarred lungs, Stifling for air
This search, so perpetual, The desire to mellow, The need to stay afloat, The irresistability to the other,
Infinite reflections of mine Looking back at me Staring at me, Screaming at me
Into the heat of the noon,
With a purse barely filled,
Marvelling about those splurges,
Wondering when the next buying binge is,
I rambled along the corridors, one by one,
Of those shoppes in the Oberon.
From the times of sprees
That earned me classy wardrobes