Expressions - Poem by lalitha iyer
Expressions are God's
he spills out
forgetting his truths.
eyes dont see
it is vision that catches the beauty.
ears dont listen
it is audibility that signals match
tongues dont taste
buds have abstract nouns sleeping awake
oh, its not you, not you
its the soul of smell seated inside the being
that divines the scent of reproduction
what is in a physical touch
any rubbing is not intimacy rich
It is the beauty of the inner soul
its purity that makes touches of bodies
melt into ecstasy immortal
sense organs are fake, they die
senses are in born
sense organs perish
the little brained flatters self
carried by the flashy eyes and ears
jutting out mortal ads
back, back, back more
from sense organs to senses
sensibly carried to reality
when the body evaporates its being
the being sings away, body stinks sinking.
Eyes dont see, visibility sees
ears dont hear, hearing is an Abstract Noun
love is not touching, but an inner aching
of the inner souls to secure cohesive unity.
Insecurity-the gap between outer and inner
material and abstract distances
and man is insecure and hyper tensed.
Expressions are neither yours nor mine
they uncurl like the bountiful locks
like the brooks that burst open
from the amazing wilds
they eject from the virgin minds
pure, fertile, untainted by painted egoes
the minds, free and green, full of plenty love
energetic, unexhausted, they spill out
genius are gene born,
beautiful images tumble down
eternal beauties sketched and skilled
All expressions are Creator's
modest, they gleam pure pearls.
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