Prasad Natarajan

The windows of my body slowly close,
Abandoned in a garden full of red rose,
Walking amidst gentle flowing stream,
Golden yellow cutting through sun beam.
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Vibrant colors of red have engulfed the vision,
Chocolate wrappers with silky skin,
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Unflowering Spring

Fresh pollens fill soft morning light,
Tender leaves just emerge from branches,
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Common Crow

Rain drops on my forehead pour,
Lion behind the clouds began to roar,
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Dragon Dust

Maverick dragon,
Swallows a crimson pulp, gulp!
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Performing beaks

Performing black bird,
Blossoming mango flowers,
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Winter window

Wasted warm daylight,
Collective unpleasant dust,
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Grazing over the leftover blades of grass,
Those sheep's go on bleating throughout the noon,
So are those buffalo's like dark clouds that pass,
Lonely thorny shrub dancing to a futile tune,
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Turning Tangerine

Adorning white veil those trees make way to the unknown,
Unknown curves, unknown turns, unknown path off my own,
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Nestled between roofs,
Chirping fluttering narrow,
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Absorbing cold days,
Solidifying weak moisture,
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Grazing flocks of sheep,
Delicious, luscious grasses,
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Kadamba flower

Nudging through your long damp dark locks,
With tender fingers breaking through fickle knots,
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Anthi Mandhaarai

Fine sparkling tiny diamond like droplets,
Dripping, smiling, reflecting on window pane,
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Peek-a-boo

Mischievous golden transparent lines of sunlight,
Gently tickle the morning tender sleepy leaves,
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Saccharine jaggary

Tender mellow soggy dew kisses your pale greens,
Softly backlit cowardly hesitant golden ray leans,
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Bachelor winter days

Cowardly mist slowly eludes his morning skies,
Sparkling tender dew bids seasonal farewells,
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Intoxicating fragrance of jasmine buds on your locks,
Fill vacant lonely rooms of my wandering heart,
Innocence whispering sounds through your eyes,
Wound me ever so gently from the very start,
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5th Studio Street

Heavy confused breeze played their naughty tricks,
That eve, roads took severe turns, walls without bricks,
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Tacky heavy veils of pollen frolic to August tune,
Thirsty throats, eager lungs longing for her since June,
Droplets fill up empty memories, almost overflowing,
Lal Kekadda venturing out, Langurs whistle blowing,
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