Vinaya Joseph

She is...

A mother,
A daughter,
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Dizzy with heat,
A city prayed for shield,
Against boiling temperatures
Sun, the scoundrel
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On a bright October night, I took a free ride
Into the depths of my imaginations,
Flickering in the murky chambers of my heart
I saw the brightness of a flame lit by affections
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"Thank you God,
For the little bees, birds & butterflies,
As they break my dawn,
With their love-filled notes,
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Rejection is hard to accept,
In relationships,
A denial can change
The course of your life
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I wait for your call,
Tears run down my cheeks,
One more relation
In a coffin,
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Why do I need to cry?
For a dishonest man,
First you enticed my heart,
Then you slowly took my peace away,
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Today is Onam,
I was in no mood to speak,
To anyone,
I sat down on my own,
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Life is an art,
Painted by self,
Mind is the canvas,
And thoughts are the colours,
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In the cradle of dawn, the earth softly wakes,
A delicate balance, each life that it makes.
Whispers of wind through the emerald leaves,
Echo the harmony that nature believes.
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In Karkadakam, the rain descends, a symphony so grand,
A verdant cloak envelopes the land,
Emerald green, the paddy fields stand,
Drenched in monsoon's tender hand.
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A bed so quiet, sheets untorn,
A space once warm now feels forlorn.
The nights stretch long, the silence deep,
No restless touch disturbs my sleep.
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I wondered,
What does freedom mean to me?
Perhaps, it could be liberty
From the internal struggle,
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I saw from my bus window,
On a bright September,
Looming imposingly,
A lone teak in the graveyard
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Amidst the blaze of summer's fierce reign,
Where the sun's heat scorches with relentless pain,
Crows take flight, seeking refuge from the glare,
In the sky's vast expanse, their struggle laid bare.
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People were making merry,
Something was awry,
Was it the gloominess of my heart?
That obscured me,
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Sometimes I think,
Life is a paradox,
How absurd we humans are,
People here are in a mad race,
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In marble halls, where justice sits,
A grand facade of law permits,
The scales are tipped, the gavel's stroke,
In shadows whispers, 'Justice is a joke.'
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On my way to work,
As I walked along the
Tiled and cemented pavement,
On the busy MG Road
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As a dark August went by without much fanfare,

And a bright September stepped in demure,
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