SYAM CHANDRAN PERINKULAM

THE LOST SHEEP
Wandering in the wild
I search for my shepherd
Have yoyu seen him?
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IN THE PALANQUIN OF YOUR LOVE
I TRAVEL
OTHERWISE
THE SHADOW OF IMPENDING DEATH
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SINGING IN YOUR LOVE
I LIVE.
BY CHANTING YOUR NAME
I HAVE BECOME A HALLOW.
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WHEN YUU ARE FRAWAY
When you are far away
I am alone.
I dwell in despondency.
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TheReddish Twilight Firmament
Reminds Your Blood.
Your Eyes.....,
Broken pieces Of Stars.
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In Between Us........
A Spring Reasonances.

In Between Us......
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PassWords Are Elves
They Rustle In The Attic Of
My Soul.
Like Gossamers
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Cuckoo Sings His Todays
Last Melody.
Dew oozes from a
Grass blade.
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LEAVES OF MONSOON
DOODLE ON THE WALL
OF MY HEART.
OUTRAGING SUN
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I SMEAR HONEY ON YOUR LIPS..
YOU FIX NAILS IN MY WOUNDS.
MY PERENNIAL SHOWERS OF LOVE
SOAK YOU.
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RAMSHACKLED FORESTS,
SHRIEKS OF THE MISERABLE,
MOANING CHILDREN,
APATHETIC EYES OF FELLOW MEN,
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WITH THE INK OF ETHEREAL MOONLIGHT
I WRITE A POEM ABOUT YOU.
PASSION IS IT'S SOUL.
LIKE A FAY YOU ARE ADORED
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I Swim Across Your Tears
To Reach The Hell
Of My Heaven.
I Sing versatile
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Yoga paints my misty morning.
With Jaggery tea, chirps of my
Daughter and wife my day slides.
Chores ornate my limbs.
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My maternity will accept you
Encrypted songs will be your lullabies.
You will be enraptured by my mellifluous tranquility.
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I LIKE YOU THE POETS OF ALL AGES
FROM YOUR POEMS
MY SOUL SUCKS THE NECTAR.
YOUR POEMS THROW ME
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FEVER UNFOLDED MYRIADS OF FANTACIES.
ONE OF MY FEVER NIGHTS I SAW WALT WHITMAN,
WHO WAS WROTING HIS POEM "SONG OF MY SELF'IN ONE OF THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY NIGHTS.
HIS LONG BEARDS...THOUGHTFUL EYES...MARVELLOUS.
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I Stretchout My Ears In To The Sunny Spring Days To Listen The Cuckoo

I Know Cuckoo has Forgotten To Sing.
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STRETCHOUT YOUR HANDS
INTO MY DARKENEND SOUL.
SOOTHE MY HEART
WITH YOUR GOLDEN FINGERS.
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