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Srividya has been a teacher for over nine years. She is
currently working on
a PhD in Post colonial writing. She lives in Coimbatore. Her work
features in an anthology of poetry, " The Peacock's Cry",
published by Unisun, Bangalore.
Hair
how nice to just
sit there
and run my fingers
through your hair
and rest calmly
calmly restless eyes on you
and drink in
every line
every groove
on that beloved
face
and count the days
when i might again
be this way
and not just stop
with your hair
crisp.cool.killing.
Phrase
always searching this soul in me
eager for scars by the powers that be
this soul that claims none for itself
in darkness and delusion
it ceaselessly dwells
eager for scars this heart of mine
makes sweet even the obligatory wine
makes unbearable your need to not consummate
this relationship and our fate
eager for scars i like its sound
my cries reverberate all around
you healing would make me complete
heal me help me
help me find my feet.
Cheat
i open the door
with my adulterous face
and he does not question
how i spend my days
if i think of him
or watch life pass by
surrounded by the mundane
do i choose to not die
insane conversations
a moment in time
when life was yours
you are still mine
this thirst
this need to be
a tease a whore
is so like me
get in to my bed
relive the past
so our bodies may forget
that we were ever apart.
Selfish
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love but love forever
hold but hold me close
teach of longing for love
love but love me the most.
ask but not forgiveness
though it is mine to give
i choose to abuse my right
to not forgive so to live.
dream but dream of me
cry but for me alone
be with whom you want to
but
come back to me
come home.
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