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mother WHO i HATE

Mother, mother can't you see?
How much are you putting the needle,
Deep inside of  my heart?
I know the pain won't go away!
I know you are blind to see the truth!

Pain pain pain,
When will you go away?
Anger, hate & discouragement
Always comes my way!
What am I supposed to do?
I feel alone deep inside,
I feel the empty pressure against my chest,
In a prison of hate,
I am sick of the people who I love,
Betraying me & ruining the trust,
God above who sees your actions,
I hope He will never forgives you,
For you who keep on sin.

One day you will see 
Throw my eyes & my pain,
One day you will stop on pretend,
Realize your mistakes,
It will be too late,
I will be gone far away,
I will never come back again!


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Oh Vulnerable Woman

What a beauty you are!
In this very life, my life!
Oh vulnerable woman!

In your fertile womb,
Precious little life,
What a beauty you are!

Lovely soul takes life bids,
Without hesitation,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Without your weakness,
You would not offer love,
What a beauty you are!

Selfless is your existence;
Yielding self to a small one,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Your delicate body gifted life,
And life gives peace as price,
What a beauty you are!
Oh vulnerable woman!


8/11/14

** This is dedicated to my wonderful mother who took the risk of giving us all 
her children - LIFE. My salute to all mothers whose vulnerability is a true 
beauty!!


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Villanelle: Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture

Villanelle: Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture

Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
No eagle first takes the plunge without daring demon death
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature

Make just one mistake a day in the year and collect torture
Shut the day out alone in shell and court worsening health
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture

Could the straying baby elephant avoid instant capture
From the pride of lions stalking in frenzied stealth
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature

What original sin smacks not of the mistake of rapture
Where the hapless heart flounders in Adam’s gasping breath
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture

Were not the juicy fruits Eve bore the objects of rapture
What did she promise more than the pulpiness of wealth
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature

Human error tosses our lives into the churning of culture
Err not and the lives we lead  lead us into the noose’s wreath
Even childhood teenage nurture stops not the rupture
Yet mindless mistakes make us the picture of caricature

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014


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Villanelle: Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes

Villanelle: Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes

Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes
A stranger to your stricken selves a tenant in your body
Disown not the erred life battered by the body’s quakes

The life you can have is not the life no one else makes
The tortoise shell you unwanted haul a life-long threnody
Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes

Child of wanton self-boosting lust the pounding of stakes
Lost in the blind rubbing spasms slime of airs bloody
Disown not the erred life battered by the body’s quakes

Time enough to turn the leaf over sleepless in bleach wakes 
A thousand regrets come thousand morrows heal nobody
Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes

Let pity not spew and drivel at the sight of lascivious rakes
You are not the Guardian of the errant world’s sorry body
Disown not the erred life battered by the body’s quakes

Unscathed lives live imagined only in the minds of fakes
Life scars with bloody blisters the undersides in everybody
Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes
Disown not the erred life battered by the body’s quakes


© T. Wignesan –  Paris,  2014