Arathy Nair Poems

Once was there a flower, a beautiful white little flower,
That had bloomed one Sun-kissed morning;
And shining like a pearl,
Amidst a meadow, lush and evergreen.
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There is a lunatic inside me-;
If u could call a dreamer, lunatic.
But would any lunatic be as derisible
As I am- to think fireflies flying
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All memories are sweet moments,
Like dew drops of winter dawn
So fragile and pure.
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I’d rather float in the sky,
Than touch down and stand on my feet-
Because the sand underneath is slipping away.
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Every word you said to me....was it all a lie..?
Didn't I listen, didnt I believe that you trusted me...
Nothing else mattered to me...you alone and nothing else..
Never cared for what they say....never cared for what lay beneath the veil...
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