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Vigneshwari Natarajan Poem
As her eyes are rehearsing those unspoken words,
Her mind is trying to sync with the rhythm of her soul, yet unknown.
With tunes unsung and plays rewritten,
She finds herself swindling between different worlds in an array.
With lullabies sung and voices embracing in unison,
Her soul still yearns for a place to retire.
As much as she enjoys the domineering adrenaline rush through her veins,
The thrill of chase made her forget the warmth of a quiet embrace.
She wants to experience the softened kiss of oxytocin.
Where numerous words can be communicated, within an untamed silence.
A dimensionless canvas to paint words,
That cries out the rhythms of her soul.
With silence ripping her out of the race,
She wants to put herself in solace.
With tears of laughter and cries of joy,
Her soul is in an unwavering dilemma.
As her eyes are rehearsing those unspoken words,
She realizes she needs a burst of dopamine,
For her lesson practices yet to be sung.
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Vigneshwari Natarajan Poem
Do you know how I feel right now?
My heart is finally free from all those ties that broke my soul apart.
As, my soul has finally learned not to yearn for love.
It has learnt to let the leashes free and not surrender to untamed emotions.
As it swirls around the whirlpool and twists along with the time wave,
I have realized that it's better to keep myself restrained with temporary people for permanent progress.
Because my mind has been able to finally see through those unspoken thoughts and unexplained looks.
As I turn around and see myself,
I see people wrap me around in an unquestionable array of thoughts.
A wannabe piece I am.
Who has too much time to spare and yet sit in despair.
Clinging close, wanting that warmth and care.
Oh I never liked being like that.
Marathons that I have run made me choose to succumb.
With no time to spare, loneliness filled the air.
Oh I was a useful connection not a close one.
Success?
Oh, it never brought a smile.
Free as I could fly on a deserted island.
Smiles and laughter kept echoing through the walls.
Change, I did.
For all the time that slid.
All I wanted was to feel as one.
Singing rhythms of cries in unison as time still sliding along the waves.
In this game of love and war,
war seemed to be more fair.
Books were more faithful than people I say.
Lonely it was but I still anchored the ship in a way.
Room for many but none in call.
For times I wanted to lean in for once and all.
Oh they are growing buddy, still they are.
Your soul yearns for warmth, but you’re still at the start.
With love that you wanted, you failed to run the race.
They have reached midway but you’ve still not begun the game.
So what?
Time is flowing forward unheeding my call.
But yet there are tunes unsung and coins unflipped.
The Road to be taken is yet under my shoes.
Copyright © Vigneshwari Natarajan | Year Posted 2024
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Vigneshwari Natarajan Poem
Why is it so cold over here?
Is it the frost in my chest or the chill in the air?
All these hurdles are grueling to bear.
With the warmth of the sun still above my head, pain breaks into the holes and spreads everywhere.
Seeping through the soul and into the mind, the chills swirl around the corner, accumulating tears and despair.
Hopes and desires succumb to the potent and slowly disappear.
With fingers crossed and prayers unheard, I often retire to opt for a smile to wear.
Tears hide deep beneath, with a smile deceiving the reality and proving it's not a nightmare.
Happiness has a price here that is too hard to spare.
As roads lead to an unknown path and my soul yearns for known peace, I have nothing more to share.
Why is it so cold over here?
No, it is not because of the atmosphere.
It's the frozen stare of my future self still living in uncertainty and despair.
Why?
It's even colder here.
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Vigneshwari Natarajan Poem
Why am I crying right now?
Why is my soul trying to sing tunes that my mind fails to interpret?
As my heart sinks in deep melancholy, my mind remains perplexed.
My heart yearns to break down for once and all.
As much as I want to break ties with all these chains and finally retire, I know I started this game.
We were laughing and joking while sinking into tears deep inside.
Either oversharing or over-pretending.
I’ve done it all wrong in search of someone or something to put me at ease.
It’s time that taught me that I am the solution to my questions.
I know why I am crying right now.
My tears are emotional outbursts but mockery for those I believe are close to my heart.
Copyright © Vigneshwari Natarajan | Year Posted 2024
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