Some of Them by Sreekala Sivasankaran

The Wind
Cuts the flute
The pain, the pain

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Autumn Trees
Opening the door
When dreams die

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When the heart bleeds
Outside
You search for the facade
Inside

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Desecend the clouds
And hear O Sakura
Poems of a wanderer
Lie scattered on the road

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Yodo River
Calling Siva
For moon-viewing

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Anonymous said…
The Wind
Cut the flute
The pain, led to a new birth

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Autumn Trees
Opened the door
Snow was a brighter dream than those died

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When the heart bleeds
Outside
The claret splashed face turned purer

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Descend the clouds
And hear O Sakura
Poems of a wanderer
Lie scattered on the road
Making a davenport for you to sleep in serenity

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Yodo River
Calling Siva
For moon-viewing

At last, there is full of life in moon. Thanks to science
5:51 AM, September 26, 2009
A Wanderer said…
This is how we can look at the world and 'self' with different angles .... pain turning into pleasure; and the wind blasting the flute... cutting, at its own convenience.
7:15 AM, October 20, 2009
A. said…
lamentation does not require a flute

crying is not bound by the rhythm...

-mirza ghalib-
11:50 PM, October 27, 2009
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