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Sharmila Menon Poem
The glass bangles
The red glass bangles
The red glass bangles that adorned
The brown, round wrist
The translucent, red glass bangles
That so beautifully captured the sun’s beam
To imprison it within itself
And subtly gleam
The red glass bangles
That adorned the brown, round wrist
Restlessly waiting to tinkle
At the slightest tilt
It decorates the plump wrist
Like the rainbow in the sky
Making the wrist more feminine
And appealing to the eye.
The delicate glass bangle
Cannot boast of a long life
But in the short span of time
Cause splashes of happiness
To a life full of strife…..
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When the mind with numbers grappled
The heart with thoughts dabbled
When the eyes on the ledgers are fixed
The soul with different hues mixed
To keep the different personas
From trespassing I strive hard
When one dominates the other
The other retards
The heart disobeys the mind
The mind reproves the heart
The tug of war continues
The form bearing the wrath
At last the form too rebels
Expressing in its own way
This story is not new
Has spared only a few
Some say follow the mind
Some say follow the heart
But is not the mind incomplete
Without the company of the heart
One signifies necessity
The other desire
To strike a balance between the two
Lies the success of the affair
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The voice within shrieked
You are beautiful within too
The voice soon cracked
No one cares,is it not the truth?
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The song wafts down with the wind
Pulling at the heart’s strings
Its sweetness lifting my fallen spirits
Gifting them with invisible wings
To soar high in the sky
Releasing the constriction
That comes with being tethered
To worldly inhibitions
My eyes search in vain
For a glimpse of the one who
Owns such melodious strains
And yet wishes to remain unseen
I withdraw my steps
Allowing the space
So fiercely guarded
Somewhere among the green
Am happy that I have
The sweet voice to listen
When the maddening world
Crawls up to my inner being
Our dens are amidst the din
Yet one remains untouched
While the other’s soul
Lies tormented and scorched…
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The road through wilderness snaked
The ocean of sand its bosom bared
Thorny plants skywards stared
Mirages stood, in falsehood draped
The rain too made a hasty retreat
No sound to break the eerie conceit
The nocturnal beings too walked in stealth
The dunes too, unsure souls, mislead
The lonely traveler felt a void in his chest
Where the heart had once snugly dwelt
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The dolls wed in mock marriage
And lived together
Till they were in rags
And forgotten forever
They too wedded when doll like
Dreamed together like none else
But their marriage a mock
Only lasted for a while
Mock marriage which is of the two?
The dolls’ or of those who are dolls
Who wait for time to turn them into rags
Or choose to be rags before their times???????
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The wind once took fancy on a speck of dust
Her joy knew no bounds when she discovered her luck
She twirled and she danced at the wind’s will
He carried her along over vales and hill
When he raged all bowed before him
He razed to the ground those who confronted him
The speck of dust saw his different forms
Missed the gentle touch with which he had lifted her from the ground
The little speck of dust lived in constant fear
She ceased to recognise her once gentle wind dear
The fear of being abandoned clawed at her soul
Though she danced to his whims his eyes were fixed on greater goals
When quiet, she would settle down on the ground
She knew the quiet was a farce a forerunner of greater fury and sound
She found herself being lost among the things he gathered in his course
Her sorrow knew no bounds and tears flowed out in full force
Her heart grew heavy drenched in her tears
Stranded she was on the ground for even the wind could not lift her
The wind being the wind had to blow for it was his nature
The speck of dust was left alone devoid of happiness and cheer.
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I know you too well
To believe ,that which is not.
My eyes sees the child vulnerable
Behind the face so palpable
The firm jaws fail to hide the fear
Exposed by the quivering lips
Your ego, made up
Tries hard to cover a gentle heart
Your insecurities and shortcomings
Crouch under an anger false
Your awkward little movements
Draws out the little lad
Your pretension so transparent
Peep through your eyes unguarded
Why try that which you cannot
For you are dear as you are
Be true to yourself
And watch the world love you
To advocate falsehood
Will cause you no good.
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She was chirpy
He was perky
They took the road
That was bumpy
One was called Humpty
While the other was Dumpty
They never had a fall
For humpty had dumpty had humpty :)
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The fallen star
She lay sad and forlorn
Missing her home
In the vault of heaven
Never to be able to return
The bad penny
Came rolling down
Jaunty in his gait
To his same old station
Ever to be able to return
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