mandara pookal Poems

The dreamy shade of shadow's truth
Lies silent by the side of a brook
And weaving strains of hinterland
Cover and shower the newer look
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Intoxication bears its semblance
As lies its flavour in the weary hour
Breathlessness surfaces as becomes
The need of the moment is peace
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Is this maths or just some science?
Clawing into my veins with so much ease
Is this some solution to the pain of endurance
That hits against tough walls of placidity?
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She's soft as a feather
Spilling with pride
Sailing smooth waters
A swan that just glides
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Beseiged by the memories of yesterdays
Flowing thoughts spin in realms of spurts
Of joys of knowing human inconsistencies
Now augured as natural without doubt
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She walks the ramp her heart in mouth
She's sure her move will leave no doubt
In reason logic and in mind
A trail of clues she leaves behind
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Who will stop these tears of joy
Who else but the cause
To whom these tears I owe
Who else but the cause
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If my words are simple
If those kept are true
If so found revealing
They are the thoughts quite blue
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Grace in the expression of a sentiment
Touches the inner cord of regained innocence
Prying in the knowledge of known longings
Sensitive to the understanding of male indulgence
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Yesterday's memory beseiged
Thoughts realm in flowing spurts
Human inconsistencies' known joys
Without doubt augured as natural
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