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 Mar 2017 Geetha Jayakumar
ryn
Duo
 Mar 2017 Geetha Jayakumar
ryn
Duo
.

I am merely the conduit...
For those who are voiceless.
Or the servant even...
To things which lay silent.
I am the medium through which
you come alive.


A noteworthy find,
but your words are still your own.
Birthed from the deepest ocean of thoughts...
Forged with the fiercest fires of emotions...
And harvested from the richest mine we call life.


But I hadn't planted the seeds...
You did.


But you did nurture them,
so they might flourish.
You did share them,
so others you nourish.
If I am anything in this enterprise,
I am the wind that brushes your skin...
Not the gust that fills your sail.


Then I accept that we're both so fitting.
Therefore I acknowledge you
as you do I.




Me
Muse

.
Once again, I have lost my marbles.
She's a stone. .
No, her heart is a  b o u l d e r . .
Can't be moved in force.
You need to break her into pieces first!

She's a flower ***. .
No, her mind is a towering  t r e e . .
Bear that she don't mind losing some leaves,
Rotten ones, go and fall to the seas!

She's a half moon.
No, her smiles are  e c l i p s e .
A sight to behold, but there's darkness
Once seen, could send death w/o peace!

She's a *** of liquid gold.
No, her eyes are  a s t e r o i d s. .
Falling endlessly,
Like gravity possessed space.

She's a sparkling gem.
No, her eyes are polished  d a g g e r s !
Without words she can ****,
That's how she seeks peace. .

In her, there's an  A t o m  o f   E v i l .
But a  U n i v e r s e  o f   L i g h t.
There's a blackhole of dust,
But colonies of stars. .

E v i l ,   y e t   l i g h t .
She lives, but never forgets.
A threshold too high, once full
Go hide under your blanket of scars!
Don't take a step, coz
It could be your last breath.
To those friends I have shown a particle of evil. I don't mind losing some leaves, as long as I know Im right.
 Mar 2017 Geetha Jayakumar
Onoma
Tilting head side to side, trying that

sickly crick, a frail crackle swimming

pricked up ears.

Not to free such finely embroidered

tension, but what a dog does with its

head when presented with peculiarity.

Mixing the swirled nuclei of brilliantly

colored marbles.

Your high strangeness puts the tick

in my nervousness, supine-stalemate we

protest for full disclosure of intelligent life.
My heart is a cold stigma
It is the epitome of the frozen winter.
Dark
Desolate
Absolute zero

Your heart however
Is the illustration of the warm summer
Bright
Exciting
Beckoning

Now there's not just distance between us,
But seasons as well.
Dear muse
I cant stop it
Stop myself from loving you
Youre on my heart and in my mind

My heart
Still aches for you
Bleeds for you and my
Mind has attached itself to
Your memory

In the worst ways
Im suffocating and
Killing myself waiting

Dear muse
I dont know what to think
I needed you to be there
So you decide its
Best to disappear
The broken shards of my life lay on the dusty floor. I am not what I used to be. Since you broke my heart, I am left a puzzle with a few pieces missing. So please do not be angry when I have trouble answering you, because I am not sure what I can say. When I fall apart it is hard just to live day to day.
 Mar 2017 Geetha Jayakumar
JP
Truth
 Mar 2017 Geetha Jayakumar
JP
One week at gym
an understanding
what workout
you do inside
will not reduce weight
It only depends on
what you intake outside
then.....,Why Gym?!
a cheat.............Right.
Puppeteers turned into monsters
Monsters turned into devils
Devils turned into men
Controlling, consuming, deceiving

Men turned into puppets
Puppets turned into preys
Preys turned into ghosts
Controlled, consumed, unwanted
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