Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

a hand bag as big as a brief case,
have compartments, but not arranged,
stuffed stuffs are many,
lip sticks, mascara, eye liner,
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Can't roll on the bed,
when the feeling gets on.
Touch that part,
that plays the tart.
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The cold breath of sage and kind
has become the light breeze,
touching the heart and soul,
The warm out hale of living things
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Life taught us a lesson,
to appreciate with passion.
Life taught us a song,
that we have to sing along.
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Weaving the sand for the strong ropes to make a mat,
Raining makes the sky to weep and to be wet,
The rays of Sun pass through the mountain,
What my little mind can hold and ascertain,
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When I was young I wanted my heart to beat faster,
Run as the horses, leap as the monkeys and kangaroos,
Jump as the frogs, dance as the peacock showing the feathers,
Be nomad as clouds to travel and discharge as I liked,
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When someone thought a few dollars a stalk was too expensive,
To present as the show of love and affection, that experience,
Has made one to grow the garden full of beautiful flowers,
Even then a flower has not been plucked and presented,
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Spiking is cruel, when I come to your home,
I have observed the wicked smile in every Rome,
Over the years I have gone feeble, but look strong,
my numbing nerves send the signals wrong.
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The hearts that dwell in the pitch dark,
Glow like the sun when filled with love and care,
The opaque body and the inefficient lights,
Keep the hearts in the dark, behind the wall and the hedge.
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The creeper slowly climbs with slender tentacles,
The moisture of love that feed and flow with no obstacle,
Under the cold shine and hot rain, you and me,
Lessons felt, shared, absorbed and created,
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