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I am formless

Let me see the sunshine

Reflect the smile

Of iridescent iris,

In the colors of earth;

then I can rest in peace

Let me see the world
and its various elements
in crevices of your tonsils, and
the sounds of motion;
I can then, rest in peace
Till then-
I am an Ashariri (formless)
I cannot rest
I cannot be at peace
______________________________

BY
POETESS LAGNA PANY

NOTE:
The above poem will be translated to Malayalam by Williamsji Maveli shortly in this page itself - 
Thanks & Regards, 
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
 

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Hopes...

Your kiss as tender
as the wounds of fate
coiled around and under
and beyond the hopes-
they say do not exist,
neither do I;
You cuddle, and touch me;
my breasts tingle, painfully
the way it had,
years ago
when a guileless child
had lived his life.
I look into those eyes
Ah! Those narrations
and phrases,
written in cursive
on a grey, endless slate.

Can I touch those words!

BY
POETESS LAGNA PANY

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Let me see the sunshine
Reflect the smile
Of iridescent iris,
In the colors of earth;
then I can rest in peace

Let me see the world
and its various elements
in crevices of your tonsils, and
the sounds of motion;
I can then, rest in peace
Till then-
I am an Ashariri (formless)
I cannot rest
I cannot be at peace

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POETRY ICONS: POETESS.SARADA'S PAGE: 3

Moved 

Moved out of my family
No..no..kicked out is better said
His stinging words ~stinking in my head
Moved out…to the end of my life
To end my life
None at my door behind
Stopping me. No kids he gave
All two decades, I washed his linen
Stinking.. Yes!!

Scorching sun above
Sucked all water ~ rivers and canals dry
Where shall I throw myself
Moved on
Destination unknown
Scared of shadows and darkness
Misty eyed..I moved on
Pages of future
Wrapped in blankness
No images.. No mirages
Emptiness touching me
From all corners
Afraid.. I moved on
My paces quickened
Ran against the wind
Into nothingness
Years of restrictions
Now, my legs ran
Jumped…danced
Yes..the freedom
I sensed
Ecstasy ~ Euphoria
Tears summed up
Over years of solitude
Flowed
Cleansing my inner being..
I moved on
© Sarada

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LITTLE GESTURE

Little gestures when one makes
Brings many hues of joy
Especially when you least expect it
Makes your heart bounce like a toy.

They are little but makes an impact
More sweeter than sweet
Gives a pleasure so special and unique
Many big acts cannot meet.
For it is done only when one cares
And not as a duty or routine
It is both giver and the receiver
Who knows the value of it and
the delight it can bring.
It might be an unexpected call
Or an early morning greeting
What is life, if not for some fun?
Routine can make life boring.
*Jhimly* ( Jolly)
25/2/2015

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A spark of misunderstanding
Fuelled by circumstances
Integrity of character shorn of semblance
Hate hoists its flag of conclusions.

The conscience -
Murmured in soft tendrils of affection
Listen, heed the whisperings of your heart
Your heart alone knows
Your heart alone guides
Your heart alone loves
Love alone soothes, heals and unites.

mridula menon.

 25.07.2015.

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Oak tree
They call me

I lead an
Ascetic life

You can see me
Meditating
In the shadows
Of the lake beside
Stretching my limbs
Reaching
The canopy of clouds
Unshaken by mighty winds
Stand mightier
I
The chirping birds
The dancing rivulet
The fluttering butterflies
Pass by me
The blushing flowers
The morning sunshine
The deadening darkness
Nothing...
Changes my mind
Unmoved..
Silent
For eons and eons
An Onlooker
Stand I....
  ________________________________
Poetess Sarada