When did he think
he was possible?
why did he
twitch at
the ray of light?
why did he blink
to the sound of voices?
how will he cry out
where no mercy dares echo?
who taught him to believe in Life
when he was not wanted?
Who will tell him as he awaits to breathe?
Renewed from 2012
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
something strange
resides
along the edge of bizzarity
convoluted yet logical
benign yet edged with extreme
fatal lest it feels like less
at the periphery of our vision
at the horizon of our senses
what our being can only hazard to guess
The look of disgust
dripped from your eyes
but i was trapped
and he was lost
my breath caught
my gasp too soon swallowed
shame shot through my senses
but i was held in place
and he stayed lost
locked
in and out
lazy fingers soothe
a bitten round
on silken shoulder
its swell still ripe
from being plundered
shelter hides
the sopping invitation
muting the call of lowing reverberations
eying bait dry asunder
lightning flailed
still unheeded thunder
he will await
to finally reach up and
evaporate
when did it think
it was possible?
why did it
twitch at
the ray of light?
why did it rise
to the sound of voice?
how did it show rhythm
when no heart
beats for it?
why will it bleed longing
when it swims in bile?
how will it cry out
where no mercy dares echo?
why does it yearn to move
and leave a trace of mistake?
how does it breathe
in suppressed want?
who taught it to believe in Life
when it is not wanted?
let me reach out
and touch upon a word…
a word that lets you share
that which i feel
and fail to tell
how it scars the soul
every shudder trembles
as that memorable wound is touched upon
once more….
why should you not know how it feels?
to hear the morning dew whisper
to feel the pulse of loving words
to see the heavenly sound of melodies
bitter tears shared have a sweetness 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
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