Murali Sivaramakrishnan Poems

I love streamers and trailers.
Linked to something it might be easy to trail
Streaming in the wind.
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I like to let the word fly about
Not tied down to its meanings
Like a dog on a leash
And be walked on the beach.
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I sensed the struggle in mid-sleep.
Neither in dream nor awakened unease
The flutter and the tremor of misjudged flight
Out of long forgotten lore: perhaps, the last
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As the first cotton seeds broke
and the fluff floated about in the fine breeze,
we ran in circles, you and I, catching the handfuls
only to blow them around;
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My gods have a thousand eyes
a thousand pair of hands and feet
They travel up and down,
edgeways, sideways,
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I write poetry for the main
as a private submission
of a brain
misguided by the song and march of words
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</GANGA

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Ganga,
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<Red trees
in evening’s
darkening
glow.
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All things remain unsaid till he leaves the room.
Now the parrot takes off from the low hanging branch just
Outside the window; there were three—only a whir of wings
To confirm the exit. The saying begins at first a faint murmur
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I draw my dreams up tightly
around me every night
and make a soft cocoon of kingly wisdom.
In plain black and white I loll.
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