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Jaya Varma Poems
It Happened One Night..
When the world was warm in bed, The moon kept raising its head. Awake I stared at the sky and waited till night was ripe.
Its time to get blamed to realize the done and undone
A Tribute To Nature
Moon o moon I ate my shame When i saw your scars You sang a story
A Telegram of Love
A telegram of love was sent through the cloudy ways to the sea rushed in the breezy rain as the sun set out to leave
A New Morning
I woke up again with swollen eyes a heavy head, a heart that sighs few cold splashes cleanse my thoughts making my goal clear as a dot
The Shadow of Yours
Its drizzling here and you ain't around the rising scent is breaking me down
We Burn And Flee
You hit the wall my fist would bleed your heart shall call my eyes would read
This time..its not a verse..
I saw them tonight.. O' yes, I saw them they had no heart and that vacuum in thy eyes
Set Yourself Free
I wish to see you sleep tonight and before you see the morning light set your soul, loose and free for what in real, it wants to be
Its not so shiny tonight the buds too lazy to bloom in my bed, i struggle to write with ink as dark as gloom
A Poem For The People of My Country! !
Got independent! Think again with the bugs eating your flesh
The Way You Ignore Me
We have come so far still i keep hurting you you say nothing, just step back a little this ignorance, turning me blue..
We Hold On
We exchanged few nights and days in the dark you shivered when the sun was making me grey
Beneath All My Lies
Love, you'll see in my eyes beneath all my lies when i would show my back hiding tears blue and black
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It Happened One Night..
When the world was warm in bed,
The moon kept raising its head.
Awake I stared at the sky
and waited till night was ripe.
The stillness in me repelled,
The soul was hardly withheld.
A quest to find the unknown,
I set out to walk alone.
Lost in the narrow streets,
with stains of countless feet.
My fingers could read the walls
a blend of autumn and fall
Reminding of lonely lanes
through curves of roughs and plains.
Exploring the secrets of the dark,
I put off the last spark.
to see, if there existed an end,
and edge where light will bend, ...