AuthorUsha Raman

efflorescence

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You are a tricky lover,Hovering around for a cover,Why do you totterFor so weak a matter?Why don’t you decideYour feelings that preside?How fatal it is to fall,In love, you can’t stall,You conceal your emotion,Bringing it to confusion,Your eyes are so bleary,Your track seems scary,Pent-up love is pretence,Love in dark is dalliance,Love in light is efflorescence. ( Love mixed with fear is...

thorny dues

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Brimming with colours of gaiety, Is the life of a lover, Brilliant as ever, Fostering the games of a deity, Loving the lures of a flower, Charming as ever. Uncertain is his gamut, Selfless love is his input, Fights dauntlessly humans, With follies many as never, The seeker doesn’t stop, But climbs the hill top, Where love for him will gather, Thorns few are always due. ( Sometimes we have to face...

mental mortuary

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There is a sudden squeal, Devouring a scattered meal, Pricks and pangs inflicted, A member is always indicted, It is an uncontrolled sodomy, A fertile ground for villainy, It is an abattoir for a soul, Meditating on a fixed goal Splurging is divine, No room to whine, Foolishness is ardently revered, Wisdom is vehemently scoffed, Calmness is religiously absent, Minds of members always upset, Death...

a continuance

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Flushing fumes cloud my brain, Work and conflict lead to strain, Unable to bear heat and cold, Dependence had an unavoidable hold, Unable to contain all myself, Trudged to a source of help. Office colleagues found me swooning, They brought some palm nectar enlivening, I decided to continue my trail, Towards the job nailed, The job was instrumental To fulfil my life’s essentials. ( When job...

love

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Wonder of a new world brings in joyOf the lush green grass,The breath of freshness,The new world of imagination,Reflecting through the realm ofNew gay colours of profusion,Where the imagination dwells,Feasting the mind on the fruits ofUnending bliss, sensation and love. Soft sweet mellow love dressed inGolden dress of royalty,Fidelity and virility,Is marred by nothing but the doubtsAnd fears of...

Changing wave

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Changing wave changes the mind,When mother makes the children grind,She is close to the child who earns,Derides the one who chooses to burn,Time in work which does not breed,Money to fulfil familial needs.She compares children’s pays in store,Inches towards the one who has more,Praise and curse is a faulty game,Money has love which is tamed,A good pay gives a feeling grand,Mother’s love, then has...

lust in love carnival

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Homage To a body soaked In lust, Lost in dark, In love, Carnival. Homage To a gravitating mind In the darkness Of lust, Of love, Carnival. An effort To enlighten, Not restrain, The carnival. A shining bosom Fair, In love, in lust, Innocent soft deceit, In whispers, Of tender love And An ungrateful Fair, Shining bosom, Glossy broad lips, Steeped in lustful mood, Charged by A seductive look. (...

tradition and husband

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     A happy woman I can’t be,With an unknown man with me.I fear a man in tradition,Who can put me to perdition,Of manners, music none,Of tortures, venom anew,A mother-in-law for mental torture,A father-in-law for hateful strictures,An old fabricated hell a husband is,Where tune is deaf,Where senses are numb,A husband seasoned in perversity,A pernicious human,Full of old adages. ( I had written...

a spinster’s dilemma

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Into avenues I wander,To seek a wonderOf happiness in matrimony,Unsettled in my emotion,I have no formulation,The doubts toss me heavilyFrom side to side,On which I ride,The wrestle within is alive,The calmness within me has died,Only if I mend my mental feature,Mortal love will beam into laserAnd be strengthened to fulfilment,Or else be frozen into a metal,Then none can affrontThe steady calm...

waiting for time

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Is there anything worth a making?I stand near the elevator waiting,To thrust myself discovering,The proper route of life.I cannot get the cream,Warped by the scream,All dying reality flees,The morbid life continues,With no negotiation to make,A long endless wait,For life’s endless slate,A fistful of delights,Cragged sorrow creaks,Weeping laughter kills time,Not a preposterous shrine. (...

Usha Raman