prita srini

you are the first to descend
you are the beginning and the end
you are the man the wild and evil
you are the woman the wife and devil
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At times she laughed out her sorrows,
and saved her words for the morrows.
At times she cried out her happiness,
and saved her sighs in loneliness.
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What lightened the days or darkened the nights
the rising sun or the hiding moon
none paused and gave a thought
Why the mountains kept still and the skys moving
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Nothing interests me in this world,
neither life nor betrayal.
Nothing pleases me nor my soul,
neither rise nor fall.
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65 years of freedom
of speech of democracy
of truth of non-violence
65 years of freedom
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Through the vast chambers as you see,
the lights of heaven cast upon me.
A light of hope they seem to be,
a ray laden of shadow within me.
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And come to me oh royal queen,
shall i whisper into you my need.
Hide me unto your darkness wide,
hold me beneath your silver wings.
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The fate of a man is written in the womb,
what nature holds for him in its mysterious dome.
The sun the moon the sky the mountains,
the gold and silver rays and fountains,
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Those were the days of the fifty's,
when the game for him was not a fantasy.
Even as the sun above erupted,
he swirled, bowled and swept.
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Was he right brained?
or left brained?
Did he storm brains?
or did he rain brains?
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Dirt and stink,
of nothing more I can think.
Strewn lives and clogged tears,
stomach stuck to the pangs of fear.
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The power of words,
unsaid is said aloud.
Dancing fingers,
apprehending eyes.
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