Look beyond the matted hide
silent & still
slippery & warm
it lays gone.
The bones gleam
Pristine white.
There is no more fight.
But what remains?
A luxuriously soft weight
see how its essence still
pulsates…
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touch upon a word
let me reach out
and touch upon a word…
a word that lets you share
that which i feel
But fails to tell
how it scars the soul
why should you not know how it feels?
bitter tears shared have a sweetness all of their own…
and however Love may be praised
it too grows jealous
of not being felt the same by all.
A Selection of the background score to the movie “Azaghi” by Ilayaraja
2012
Silence spoke for me
even as you say the truth
each word gentled,
so as not to hurt what already is tender…
each statement wreathed with “That’s the way it is”
each phrase piqued in soft question
“Of do you understand? This is how it must be…”
each emotion huskily swallowed
and gently urging assent…
I let Silence do my talking.
2012
inkling
there dallies a small inkling:
the power to change or withhold
the chance to fold or grow old
and never know…
although something inside
echoes
that Regret will not crow proudly
and Instinct will
remain the
truest guide.
2012
Morning
Morning rises
to meet its Creator
shining forth
with all its radiant beauty
it ascends to the skies
a dazzling angel
haloed in heavenly light
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Nothing But Wind – Singing Self – Composed by Maestro Ilayaraja
2012
Rain call
painting the sky with your sighs
they stream along like clouds
streak the blue with your
saddened dark greys
and watch them
cry out
rain.
2012
let me live my life as a leaf
let me live my life as a leaf.
let me lift and leave as they do.
they beg not to let go of limb…
but they go nevertheless, their greeness outgrown.
their brightness only crumbling to rustling brown bits
as i watch whether trampler will rake them back to me…
they do not stay as i do.
i alone cannot bear for each of them to go.
leaving me so bare and barren once more.
let eternal winter slay me through once.
lashes no more, no one hears my white muffled cries.
crack me in two and be done with your icy touch.
let not Spring come again with her adornments,
they mean nothing to me no more.
Sultry Summer with her,
blush of petit sweet offerings.
my bitterness ever taints them…
carressing eyes yet shriveling tongues.
etch not your beloveds upon me…
i promise your parting,
under my very boughs.
spring’s herald
Spring’s feathered herald
pecks furtively at the frozen’d ground
urging worms far nestled below
who refuse to venture out
and greet the bitter rain.
His red-dulled breast
heavy-drenched
with water disguised as ice.
II
She found last night
among the howling winds
that her chickling
had become an egg once more
curled into a downy, frail ball
yet no more warm
now more silent than ever.
III
Two quivering robins
huddle over their branch-bare nest
their warbles lost in the pelting hail
not a peep escapes from their hatchlings.
2012
Dawning
keep your fingers crossed
your heart open
your vision willing
your dreams real
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keep your smile secret
your heart willing
your vision sure
your dreams strong
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keep your eyes dry
your heart strong
your vision unblurred
your dreams from fleeting
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keep your head up
your heart patched up
your vision realistic
your dreams as dreams
two little saplings
two little saplings
their limbs cannot hear
each others’ leaves rustling
shushes of sweet nothings
they only feel the soft caress of whispered wants
their leaves cannot see
how with each season
the branches reach, yearning towards them
they only feel a newborn tendril’s touch
their hearts enclosed in trunk
spread out their rooted love
and rejoice
when they taste
the same rain
and bask in the same warmth
two old gnarled trees
know of a love
they feel it within
beyond what they know
but they know.
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