Namratha Swamy

The wind is ticklish as long as it is a breeze
The clouds are fluffy before the rains weigh them down
The soft rain drenches the soul before turning to a thunderstorm
The blooms are tender before the sun dries them out
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It all began as a lump in her throat,
a lovesickness.
a sense of wrong,
a sudden longing,
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We learn to listen to melody,
to detect it and distinguish it,
to isolate it and delimit it,
to exert it and tolerate it,
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Nostalgia fills up my senses
as I once again after years cross the bridge!

The nearby mountains seem to have been in the waiting
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On the sand blown shore I eagerly wait
with folded hands challenging my fate
for my sailor who went by that grave day
into the roaring sea far far away.
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I found the emeralds I searched for
in the depths of your green green eyes
And in it I saw reflected
the movement of love's magical tides.
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As she glanced through the old family album,
one picture showed her youth is all but over!

She wanted to rip and tear it apart
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Warmth of the scarlet sun not so far away
holds my very being on this lovely day.

As today you are gone sweeping through my life
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We both sit by the window gazing out
at the smiling moon each day as she shines
through a night of endless possibilities.
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I love the oceans more than the shores
I love the mountains more than the roads
I love the temples where prayers are heard
I love the bridges where faith is served
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I have seen her pause
Pause often as she can
Pause for a breath
Amidst her chores
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Every morning he rises slowly from the lap of the ocean
awakening her from her mindful sleep.

As the warmth of his being spreads across her person,
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The more I think the more certain I am
what I am today nobody cares or knows.
Foresaken like a memory lost
I've stopped breathing into the oblivion of my shadows tost!
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I broke the ties of yesterday
that bound my feet
and there I was
ready to soar again
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Bird's Nest

A little picture haunts me
again and again and again.
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Taken aback today when my little girl said
I want to grow up and be SILENT, I screamed!

What? Speak up!
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My child once asked me
what color is the ocean,
the mountain,
and the moon
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The ticking of the little clock
filled the noisy room
seeming so loud,
like a galloping horse
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Sneaking behind the highest mountains,
the tangerine sun kisses the sleeping skies.
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The foamy waves lashing to the shore
makes my feet wobbly and cold
yet Istand there against the tide
waiting for a signal from the other side!
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