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I see my reflection
in my eyes..
i see my world
tilted like the axis
of earth
i see my reflection
in my own fingers
fighting a world
which waits for my tears..
I turn unhurt in hurt lockers..

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Against the thick blankness
pictures, portraits, laurels
i removed all from my wall.
Strings of my veena turned sober,
my mind turned numb
There hangs a destiny
which i want to slice
in many tiny fragments..

When i opened my eyes

December offered me a tear drop 
which  submerged in the ocean
 of my origin

ike a rain drop...    

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In  syllables, 
semicolons and  symbols,
my conscience refused
to die..
From decorated coffins
my dreams i pulled back
nestled there a shadow
very close to my royal oak table
Eras turned silent
in dark mountain caves..
ahead of shadows and dreams
i walked from my garden
to one autumn in earthen
elements... 

12th DECEMBER 2O12

I have lost a feeling

and a belief on faces...

i stood in between

fighting shadows.... 

From one calendar

For  my life, I wrote

for the day,

for eleven sea shells..

I wrote  on 12/12/2012
there remained a December Star

Witnessing me deleting

the last quote of the day..

I walked past seasons

and the changed sea shores 

of eastern oceans

I wait for none,
not even for my destiny..
like a poem, like a feather
i wrote on the day's last quarter....

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( By Rema Prasanna Pisharody)
December 10, 2012

 






It is true that I watched
a sunset and its  silent anger 
darkened the horizon 
from a giant 
mountain peak... 

From the sunset point
someone struggled to lift
a plastic coated wrong
to one paradise isle but failed..
 
Never knew before
that a sunset could conspire
behind the horizon in
shadows and shades..

 OCIMUM TENUIFLORUM 

From the weighing scales of Time

let me take back my Tulsi Leaves

In my sandalwood garden

to my surprise the entire wealth

of a western ghat river turned

too weightless against

a single leaf of

Ocimum Tenuiflorum..

From behind

Events tied me and I could

Not hold back

My words nor silence..

I walked along with

The fragrance of sandalwood

Trees holding a tulsi  leaf in my hand..

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Never again in my life i fall short of words
nor silence
where shadows climb upwards
to the outgrown mountain branches..
Never again in my life i fall short of seasons
that in the fireplace i find
days shedding teardrops and my heartbeats
i find not an answer why i encountered
fiercely grown banyan shadows
in my past..

DECEMBER

Images are bright in green
from the nature's canvas
where on the story field
of wars, soldiers march past
ahead of my eastern shore
with a Carnegiea Gigantea
and a placard of worn out love...
In my heartbeats, December
brought back autumn tints
and in memories, past re winded
forgone seasons..
From the dried up teardrops
what story December wants in return..
even I don't know...

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It is not faces sending me shadows
but trees which grow beyond

the meridian of my earthen oceans..
Ink, it is pure like a channel, built
for watering imaginations
where a nation floats in search
of its dead gone soul..
Ancient legends I search for where myths
and mathematics draw caricatures of past
in sporadic seasons
Who speaks there on podium
And who covers the clear eastern sky?
From the temples of east coast seas
a memoir I hold in hand for a season
which taught me
not to dream along with a shadow...

LANTERNS

 

It rained along with the opening
dawn and by mid June, a month

ended in my ancient almanac

While rewinding events 

on the dotted lines 

i found a coat of  paint on the fourth

compartment of a knowledge house..

Timid alphabets forgot silence

and speech emerged from sea shells

From the overflowing oceans

i watched  a horizon extending

its branches to take away

my star lit earthen lanterns..

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I don't think i need to answer
in witness box to the envious
shadows which cast a net against

my Rain Forests
where i set rain flowers
and a season full of melodies

There i see the valleys which fill
coins in opera houses
for the next show
and what for i need to feel
envious of that painted
voracious terror filled dale
which ruined the core
and conscience of my Nation.

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HEARTBEATS

I understand… 

I understand even the mistaken

 alphabets of events

from the very beginning 

to its very end.. 

I know the punctuations, 

I know what happened

and I know how events turned 

and many such things

but i  never tried first the way

you tried to persecute

You tried even to barter my heartbeats,
soul in open great walls.. 

True, I have raised my voice 

to block you otherwise 

I knew you would have  stamped

even my innermost soul

on your bloated paper thin ego...

Soles  float and colours flow
when greed  treads beautifully 

ahead of Goodness 

and I know God witnessed 

not your success

but failure 

as a human element..

SEASON

 

 

 

I need to tune my Veena
for that i need to walk back
to my origin, to the foundation

of my pure self
where in the distorted soil
of seashores
i need to build again
a place from foundation stone
ahead of concrete pillars,
ahead of faceless clouds,
to set aside the tunes lost,
strings broken and not again
i need to walk back to find
a season that i know
from where my music comes
from in Monsoon

 

FLAG OF FREEDOM

 

I broke the Saint Gobain
glass box to free my ocean

It wasn't easy a task
for words to speak
against the heart
of a concreted silence
where near i found
my tricolour half-mast
It wasn't to mourn a death
but pulled back;
pulled back  by uneven
shadows
and I broke the Saint Gobain glass box
to free my soul, my heartbeats,
my earth, my flag in orange, white
and green..