Harish Mudaliar

In praise of lords
dedicated to defend the
beautiful corner of the holy land
curbing the upraise of evil power
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What mystery lies beneath her crooked smile? ?
Keeps me engrossed as Agatha’s novels all the while
All Witful Thoughts rendered no to my dismay
Not a figment of intellect on the right way
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I am no one's Darling No one's Pain
I am no one's Boon No one's Bane
I am no one's Gain No one's Loss
I am no one's God No one's Evil
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Her breast smashed into my chest
Her warm lips nibbled my ears
Shyness was never an adjective that could be attributed to her
Contradicting fight started brewing inside my brain
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the world is on and fine
cherished by the mercy of god
the sun invading all corners of the earth
inviting man and machine to race with the time
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The world of you and me
is the paradise of love and glee
the land unknown to sorrow
graced by the lords and the angels
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Divided by religion
United by love

Divided by body
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Tiny, mighty, bouldered vehicles here and there
Horns and hazards everywhere
Hits and falls, dash and crash in immensive traffic
Hells of chaos offended often are horrific
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How colorful is your basket of fruit! ! !
A mixture of lies and truth
On top like a sceptre stands the splendid green apple
Adorned with the plums of royal purple
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The Irish legend over the millennia
Tells the Nightwalkers blood mania
And his quest of the moonlit sky
Scouting the dark-hued night with mystical eyes
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Here she comes
She is coming for a kill
With more pain than ever
To rob my honest catch
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Tiny pecks so shiny sprinkled so high
Painting the fading dusky velvet dye
Weaved as a stole of dangling lamps
From sky bows down like a celestin ramp
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Her Dashing Looks and his Radiant smile
Takes your sight with them for a while
Her Elegant charm and his Ornate charisma
keeps you wondering about those enigma
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Who tells the mirrors won't lie?
Wicked is she and fake by heart
Pleased a plenty with those wet eyes
Alike mine eyes, look torn apart
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How swift as a herd of raging bulls?
Surge past the weak bed of sand
Out throws millions at a time
Bend round the scum patched stones
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Dare not to sleep! ! !
Through your senses he would creep
till the myriad rays knock those panes
Else my honest effort is just a wane
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Is that your memories ripping my heart?
Or your absence that spikes like a dart
Either ways my heart bleeds relentless
That’s my flooded remorseful eyes could confess
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Once there lived a man so old
His vaults overflowed with diamonds and gold
All that’s best of gold stacked so tall
And all the darling gems composed his wall
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When you in rosy red
My head drops down dead
when you in snowy white
My face glows so bright
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When her candy lips pressed on lips of mine
And my tender flesh crushed under her snowy teeth
Quickly sprang the blood of rose-red wine
My frozen lips lies lifeless underneath
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