Author: Jaya Pillai
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Dawn
#AtoZatPp Dawn Dawn swathed In silken robes of hope Treads softly past My half open window, Breathing a prayer Over me. I stir and sigh, As the dreams of the night gone by Toss around, teasing gently. A rubicund ray Steals through the open spaces Of twilight And gently caresses my little world. Another day…
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Cutting Away…
AtoZatPp C Cut down the dying boughs With an axe, I say. Chop and slice each poisoned bit And set them aflame. Let the jaundiced leaves shrivel to nothingness. The ashes will swivel deliriously, Celebrating their freedom. They will float in the morning breeze And settle amidst the flowers. That is where you belong, my…
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Between Ordinary Lives
AtoZatPp Break the glass ceiling, you say. You were meant to be more Than a keeper of things Around the space trapped within walls. You were designed to paint Pictures on canvasses Craving for the touch of eternity. You were meant, you say, To shower a trail of gold dust Which will crystallize into A…
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A song unheard..
A song of mine, No more than a line, Lies entangled in a Web of untold thoughts – Half shrivelled under the weight of memories That have sprouted since you bade me Goodbye. Perhaps, you never heard it : For I never sang it, when you were there. Instead, I let it hang loosely, in…
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I Too Was A Child ( Poattic 5 )
Of late, I have been painting pictures in the air And framing them in little cases That have sprouted From memories rooted in time. I have smeared some dust Across the white spaces And let my half broken brushes Fill them with the colours That I have managed to store away. The sound of silver…
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The Lighthouse of My Life
Sometimes On the darkest of nights When the rumbling sound Of unknown fears Crawl in through the walls of My half broken mind, I look out. Wreckage lies Afloat on stagnant dreams And the stench of pain Clogs my senses : Till you reach out. You draw me into your warm space Like a lighthouse…
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Yet Another Monsoon
YET ANOTHER MONSOON When the clouds embrace The parched souls, Their dreams Begin to rush forth In torrents That fill up troughs Of solitude. Little hopes sprout everywhere. I close my doors, And let the music of raindrops float along, As the Monsoon dances Along the vacant alleys. Nature weaves yet another story For thirsty…
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Your Words
Your words hit Against the brazen walls Of dark minds And bounce off To slide into A pit. One day the roofs Will be blown off By thundering storms. Your words Will rise and Line those murky walls Like lanterns In the dark.
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Dreams Built On Lies
#PoAttic4 #Lies A streak of grey across a blue sky Does not make it grey. Or so I say. Huddled amidst a million dreams Lies a heart that yearns And fails again and again. Can a little twist Distort what is? A word added here And another subtracted, Would barely make a difference. Or so…
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On The Whims Of A Shooting Star
If all our dreams Rested upon the whims Of a shooting star, Would we not be strutting about, Twirling our destinies And playing tunes That sound the sweetest To our untaught ears? And yet If all our dreams Rested upon the whims Of a shooting star, Would we ever know How sweet is the…
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Things Left Behind…
Last evening, As I was rummaging through A heap of frozen moments, I found a slice of time Wrapped in silk, With pink ribbons and glittering stars. It sat perched on the edge of my memories. I paused And drew it close to my heart. It was light And soon I knew why. It had…
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You Haunt My Dreams
You haunt my dreams like wild flowers in places never meant to be. I wish I could sweep away the pain that comes with each memory. Come, let us talk – you and me – about things we could do. .