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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...