Sai Rema Sree Hari   (Sai Rema)
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"O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?" 🌸❤
Joined 3 December 2016


"O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?" 🌸❤
Joined 3 December 2016
20 JUL 2021 AT 16:54


/LETTERS' UNREST/

Cautious and judicious words
Some chewed and laid at rest
Some set free
Well placed
Dot. Comma, Apostrophe' Colon:
Exclamation!

Ow. Or Ow? Or Ow! Or just ow
shed in weary foot
Its scent
Its colour
dripping tip tip.

By the time it's packed; delivered
Magnanimously bouqueted

humane. Lost. Natural creatures.???!:;"

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17 JUL 2021 AT 13:52

Call it unreasonable
Unsolicited
Savage love.
One that is placid, immature
And struggles to come to shape.
That just never finds anything enough
That wants you
Wants your time, your love, your attention.

This love cribs and cries; you don't reciprocate enough
You ungrateful wreck
How wretched you make it feel!
To have to love you,
Love that allows all bullying
Burns your appetite
Distorts the face of your dignity
Love that scorches the life out of you
Disguised in money and comforts


If it were love alone in real, and I just an empty head,
Why has it not touched me?
Whether you call yourself mortal, beast or a God.
Love is a universal language. Is it not?

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5 JUN 2021 AT 1:18

Everything is fair in Love
(Read in caption)

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17 MAY 2021 AT 10:43

The noise
The chaos
Has no place in me
Yet it's all around.
Worthy is that sound
When born
Showers rain and dampen my being
Neither of them?
I'm not entitled
To wait for its stupefying bizarre entanglements.

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13 MAR 2021 AT 14:17

no bread, nor oil,
but a casket
and a functional limbs and joints
no cure, no pain
but a prevailing eerie silence
no promises, no hopes
but a lingering uneasiness
just around the corner
just under the pillow
just behind the curtains
just over the couch
is there a loud call?
fluttering like a wingless bird
to find a true name
true name.

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24 FEB 2021 AT 8:42

The more I live,
The more I am stolen.
In parts, bits, and crumbs.

Like a ball of passion
Luminous and extolling
The aura, mystifying in beginning
Compelling onward. I rolled.

But the intrusion into my being,
Time has been a robber.
Shameless and greedy.

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15 JUL 2020 AT 23:32

Restless I hop on
Trudging over steep hill
Rocks and red soil
Until I spot the mammoth ground
The highest tip of the hillock
Over which the kingly eagles spread their wings
Intimidating any forms

Aye! Mind you, I belong here
My roots pierced into mother earth's fingers
I am as much a part of this as the kingly Eagle

Now, the body waits
Breathes the air
The pulse settle
Ah!
The tresses float loose
And I await closed eyes

There ! he comes taking me by surprise
Smudging me with kisses
Caressing my scars
Lingering around
Wrapping me with that big warm hug

The wind ,
And now it retreats slowly.
Again to come
Another day

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20 APR 2019 AT 19:13

Perhaps there're no parts
Neither wholesome fulls

Rather only water bodies
Adorned in rich wardrobe
Of
Hope, joy, blessing.
Who are quite malleable
Quite soft
Sculpted in the clay of will power
Shaped with mud of love
Whose petrichor of compassion spurt at the first kiss of rain
They are breathing colours, who with the water of miracle paint the earth
They are rhythms who need no language to know his kind
They are words. That can mean much more than you perceive
Man is, thus
An art.

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30 JUL 2017 AT 22:55

Shouldn't words have veins
So people could feel how alive they are?

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15 JUL 2017 AT 19:35

Sometimes people can
mislead you,
But not the wind and
the heart.

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