Usha Pisharody

What have I lost
I wonder...
And look inward.
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To live upon
that distant dream,
that one day
I shall find me!
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Mercy is an option-
unredeeming in
my attire of pain.
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Jam them, cram them-
Fill them, completely, to the brim
But, dear parent, make sure
You don't mark them
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My hand stretches out

Unbiddingly -
Involuntarily
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Purity, distilled in the essence
Of a dew drop. You, my love.
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A sepia coloured
Photograph
In that old album
Is all I can touch
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Wheels within wheels
Lines between lines
Persons inside persons
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When silence speaks
A thousand tongues,
My words can speak
But one.
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Audacious smiles
laughter ringing clear-
warm hugs and
little sudden pecks on my cheeks!
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the rain powdered down
like fine sand thru' fingers
and caught in my hair
like dew drops
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For the world
My eyes shut,
Forever.
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To look at life
beyond that distant horizon
is something I love to do-
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When I tried those stilettos,
His deeply disapproving look
Simply served to fuel my determination:
I bought them.
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More precious than the
Moment I held you
In my arms-
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Flounce your tutu,
My Child,
Of Self confidence
Perched on the toes
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It's Spring-
Wafting music
And fragrance
In the warm air.
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Have you ever had a dream?
Felt it grow within-
In your heart…
Have you cherished it?
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How did that
piece of art
get that way?
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Alone she sits.
A notebook in front,
She's been asked
To draw Love.
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