Shriram Iyengar

White paper with Blue ink
Black in some places, I think.
scribbled words in a straight line
A thought that is solely mine.
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Why should you teach me
What you know?
Let me learn
What i do not know.
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He opens his eye
to see nothing;
No blue sky, no yellow sun.
His days are black
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Sometimes when I am wandering
Through perfectly still nights
Awaiting the morning lights,
I think about you;
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A single caw flew across the trees,
Whispering its way through darkness.
I watched the pale light fall,
Upon barren branches and withered leaves
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Past dusty streets and dusty streetlamps

Where bored shopkeepers stare at passersby lustily,
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She looked at me
With eyes still and deep
Like waters that ran
In distant and ancient
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Images swim past delirious eyes
Moving, even when the sight is still
Through steady landscapes of green
That bob up and down when seen
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I was born naked
On a warm April afternoon
I fought my way through
A dark, watery womb that
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I slept that night,
In peace as white
As the sheet drawn
Over my head.
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Under a fading light
That bent in a slant
As it entered empty halls
I walked the road with her
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The flame rises
Past dark corridors and black ceilings
To skies unknown
The smoke moans out of windows
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I stood quietly by the corner

Watching patiently,
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You step onto the street outside
Sensing the anticipation
Feel the wind sighing in your face
And know of its coming.
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Words lost under a twisted tongue
A mouth that refuses to open
Yet the conversation goes on
with what her eyes have spoken.
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