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Meenakshi Iyer Jan 2013
On an isolated strip,
sheltered by them green,
the wind ruffled my hair
and time moved gently,
I heard a sigh,
that was swept away in a roar,
in the land of his shrine

I think it was my soul.
My first visit to Sri Lanka has been overwhelming. Recommend this quaint and beautiful country to all those who love to travel. Reclamation is about my visit to the Kothduwa temple located on the Kothduwa island.

More to follow.
Meenakshi Iyer Jan 2013
So
simply
will
I
slip
words
that
rhyme
like
down
a
palm
would
ice­.
Meenakshi Iyer Jan 2013
a wasp flew a straight line
from its nest to me
cloaked in puny sunshine
it thought itself to be free
unheard was its buzzing
unseen its rainbow wings
untold was what it carried
i only felt it sting
the suspension like a drawn sword
cut through the silence within
the absence of feeling retrieved
was healed by the relief of loss
an epitaph if to be given
would affirm the infinity of the end
a promise given in portions
partitioned to satisfaction
make one see through the gloss
to the plainness within
that grieves in honour and truth
shedding tears of blood
it tastes the purest fruit
in the acceptance of its pain
lies the moral of our story

- Sneha Iyer & Vijayalakshmi Harish
   04.01.2012
   Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish & Sneha Iyer

Co-written with my akku Vijayalakshmi Harish :)
Meenakshi Iyer Jan 2013
Snort,
like
when
water
wrestles
with
your
nose,
when
someone
steps
on
your
toes.
Meenakshi Iyer Dec 2012
I'm letting go.
to be somebody
I don't know yet.

I'm moving on
to greet somebody
I often hear about.

I touched the sky,
twinkled beside a star,
flew by the gushing wind,
to touch down, gingerly.

I changed colors,
shook the frost that held on,
threw on a mantle with
smiley badges,
and battled a storm in spring.

I grew a few thorns,
kept friends at bay,
took a solitary sojourn
reminiscing yesterdays.

but...

now..

I'm letting go
to be somebody
I don't know yet.

I'm moving on
to greet somebody
I often hear about.
Had a tune in my head when I wrote this.
Meenakshi Iyer Dec 2012
Rolling
stone
           tum-ba-ling,
           trem-ba-ling
down
to
the
stream
wide
           leaving
           green
           aside
Determination
boy!
Meenakshi Iyer Dec 2012
I was and will be
ever after,
a story

written by candlelight
in the presence of a kitchen knife,
laying idle, by the ribbons
twirling around chandeliers
and a pink hearts envelop,

telling you of the day,
music played
and I was there
with a smile.

And they all sang,
"Happy Birthday!"
dedicated to my family & friends!
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