Give me colour
so I can paint with words
and varnish with soul
those staid walls and floors.

காலை ராகம், மாலை தாளம்
ஆஹா
என்ன ஒரு சிந்து-பைரவி நடனம்

Give me the shards of a piano
and I will write you a song so sublime.

When the rains end
and a day with us spent
would you remember
remember the time?

What worth is platonic mime
if the minstrel sings unto time?

Fly, fly away, Thought.
Follow the butterfly in your soul.

And so one's worship,
that seeks strength
so Herculean,
sees light
through the moon.

Ha, such wistful hope.

Ghostly

So I feel your presence
And tell myself that you're there
Through life's wear and tear.
As ghostly as it seems.

You're like the blisters
in cracked glass
Waiting to create shards
Of a piece so beautiful.

Through crystal eyes
Do I see
Your ghostly self
Wring every hope
I once had.

Oh curtains, that dance
to the breeze of the monsoons,
what are you?
A butterfly.

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Oh curtains, that dance
to the breeze of the monsoons,
what language do you speak?

It's so easy for me to get used to people and places as I find my connections.

How would it be lying on the new carpet we might get for our house to paint our dreams set to happen in the unreal future?

So.
I let you fly away
like a bird
meant to be back,
oh, memory.

Give me grass,
I'll show you the sky.
Show me money,
and I'll give you paper.