Radhuga Sreekumar Geetha

Every time I breathe in
I hope it is the air you breathed out
Hope it carries vibrations from the voice
That sets every cell on fire
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Mercurial bathe of silver gown she adorned
with her pearl dewed skin
Rose whorled pleat rubs, sparked blood red
butterflies to life
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I take a deep breath.....
Who am I? I wonder........
Why can't I find the answer? I ponder
Ah! Made it to my paper.But with my sweat
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the music of his pulse chisels a silk brocade
that tattoos over my pelvis in amethyst's shade
his refection dived into my eyes
lit up my insides like fireflies
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moonlight chiffonades the wind
blowing like whispered betrayals on her ears
and bites her shoulder bared by her
white off-shoulder gown of sanguine warps and wefts
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With your emerald fingers you clasp a drop to pearl
With our irresponsiblity in the sink we let the same swirl

With your musical chirps you invite us to a new day
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The animals in my lap
The cute ones wound I tended
The ones that kissed me thanks
Why call them beasts?
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The horizon's her pouted lip,
She invitedly waits for our kiss,
Despaired in vain waiting she lets trip
Her golden tear drop we call sun, ignorant of all this.
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Red carpeted by soft green grass
Shadow carressed by his loving lass
He's going to work
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