yamini peethambaran Poems
|9.||The Land Of Artless||3/16/2010|
|16.||An Ode To Love||3/9/2007|
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An Ode To Love
Was it shimmering thought?
Or just a whispering that-
Hit my drums,
Tuning my rhythm amazingly!
One decibel I awaited so long…
Was it you, or my illusion?
Waited for the panes to portray
Ah my mist she’s dancing in all frames
A grasp of breath, before I rest,
A grief, which shall torture me for ever?
Nay I know; the lines nay the fine sketches.
Breeze my dear call me, whisper in my ear
Caged in the turmoil of emotions-
I hung hooked and cooked
Is the Lake to merge in sea?
Flowing gushing in the tempest…
Will it with stand the blows of ...
Lovelorn stood she
Lovelace he stood beside
Twines of parvenu blinded her
pastiche her cycle rolled
perdition was vital.
Expurgate her thoughts- she commanded
Nay responded diddle the lad-
The last sign of his, she was howling.