Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi Poems

The baskets of advice are too old,
battered with too many holes,
not well woven with scientific facts,
These baskets of psychological scripts!
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The hot afternoon sun,
Just above the heads shines,
The shadows are gone,
Buried under the feet,
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The fire in front of me not wild,
But infused with ghee and dried wood,
Adding of healthy herbs and sandal,
The smoke of confidence emerge as the clouds,
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You are not the invisible air,
To keep you in the compounded jar,
Cap you with the cultural tether,
Blow you to raise the personal pressure,
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A laptop, once new and shiny,
Has lost its workable memories,
Always kept on the virulent laps,
To fidget with the nodes of tops,
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Keep quiet. Let us make love,
To produce one more kid,
To send to the foreign land,
To work as the plantation slaves,
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Wars of hearts fought in the world,
Not only twice but on daily basis,
Occupied our home land,
Called themselves as the bosses,
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The new wind is very fresh,
Strolling in comfortable pace,
Dressed in the smooth skin,
Walk as the fairy’s cousins,
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Have you ever tasted my salted cheeks,
dune around my eyes is not adulterated,
as pure as the rocks that are licked by brutes,
which run miles to have their life providing shots,
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The body is frozen and then gets rotten when the soul leaves,
But the body is still hot and feels the pain,
When one is dead due to failures,
Though these ‘dead people’ wander around,
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