Sphoorthi Padmini Rangarajan

Life is not a straight road,
Neither a pleasant abode,
It's topsy - turvy curve make,
The journey of life agreeable.
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Life exists in my dream world,
Built beside water world;
Around and around to twirl,
Placed fine candle cones on curls;
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The beautiful pair of eyes,
Sparkling and rise;
Seldom laughs but cries,
Holds love of the beloved high;
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Real Estate

Missing all the tall trees along the roadside,
With no sign of free ride;
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My dreams of fulfillment
Accomplished with resilient,
With blazing stars of brilliant
Like a joyful Brazilian
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The path that I choose to travel
Was tough, hard yet marvel
Pit pots with less of pebbles and more of gravels,
In the journey of life,
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Twilight set in the horizon,
Filled with happiness for a reason,
Dressed in ethnic Elizabethan,
Looked through the opening of the window,
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I enthralled seeing a little one
Sitting on a swing,
Tied in the midst of the threshold,
With scary laugh and cry
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Years ago, I saw most of them carrying a bright yellow colour cloth bag,
Yellow bag for buying vegetables and fruits,
Yellow bag for carrying tiffin and lunch box,
Yellow bag my grandpa's best companion,
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I sat around most of the time,
Right from childhood to college time;
Passed by days and nights,
When no one around to see my plight;
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Emptiness within,
Need for feelings to fill in;
Long for those stretched arms,
That never harms.
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Lonely in the night,
Looking at my plight,
Confused with what is wrong,
And what is right.
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I asked mom,
What is a Bomb?
She smiled and held my palm;
Looked worried; still with a calm;
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Is it tempestuous moments spend together or,
Is it exchange of hugs and kisses, or
Is it meaningful nights spend rolling on, or
Is it the hot and violent gestures temptation, or
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I trusted you more than self,
I believed you more than self,
I considered you more than self,
You betrayed me oh! Betrayer!
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Fell scattered on the floor of Turkish carpet,
Colours of rubies, cherries and scarlet,
That I cherished blues and violets,
My heart filled with sweet memories creamy chocolates
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Dawn to dusk,
In the fields with husk-musk,
Pastures of greenery turned layers of purples,
Engulfing the meadows by forming a junk of crest,
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Blissful morning rays,
Spread the good wishes without delay,
Marble shaped curdled clouds,
Bow down to earth
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Springs welcomed the morning sky,
Moist pearls on flowers sigh,
It was month of July,
With a bouquet in hand and a lovely necktie,
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Cold and stormy nights,
Open the doors of my plight;
That I buried underneath.
And decked with a wreath;
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