Vignesh Iyer Poems

This day was expected,
After all those persistent warning,
She just let it be,
Her zits are so visible now,
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The cold night was just another reason to shudder,
They were already many things in her life to give her terror.
She was traveling in the mumbai local train,
She was on her way to the homeless city.
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She stared back,
She stared me equally tensed,
No smile, No frown.
Not knowing what to do?
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There she was standing in the crowd,
Withholding the deadness she felt.
She was the doll of the show,
Modeling herself the whole day.
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Oh little sunshine from the unseen brink,
The brink of unknown to swallow my fear,
The fear of unborn for the sanctity,
The fear of undead for the vice.
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Far off are the little scintillating manifestations,
Waiting for me to pass,
Are those Dot Dot Dot.
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The night has just begun,
In the humour of the wild,
For the absence of a tilde,
The night has just begun.
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A crucifix is what she wanted,
The only thing that soothed her,
Ofcourse other than the angel herself,
With her heavenly susurration.
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It was the shining,
The very beam of the dark world,
Just too vibrant for him to see the lining,
The illusion as his needs curled.
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The reverberation of denunciation was the loudest,
He now no longer feared them,
For he knows she can’t do so again,
Never ever again.
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