Glaciers of Yesteryears

Glaciers of Yesteryears 

A Sage lives in the Himalayas.

He longs for the yellow metal in the fiasco.

Yellow trees are found everywhere;

Necromancy inches in the world of work.

Cyber intelligence irks our data privacy.

Triumphant over the blinking spills,

Shylock cries fowl.

Every Tycoon ties up with Shylock.

Glaciers of Gold melt in their eyes.

Dark web dries his wealth in Fintech.

Barbed wires are littred around his hideout.

The craft is not yet buried in the mindless paths.

We become spinners to win over the hearts.

Desdemona spices up our conversations.

Mellowed lullaby soothes the soul.

(Copyright: ©️ Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, Nov21,2025)

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A Lime Tree

A Lime Tree

Lizards live there on the roof of a thatched hut, 

waiting for a delicious dinner of flies around.

Simpletons smirk around the noisy bustle of a suburb;

Masking the riches,

 the bluestone shines on his middle finger.

Muses moon around his blinking spills of love.

A lime tree dances with the whirlwind.

It is a solo dance in communion with the sizzling leaves.

The Orchestra of the universe dwarfs the foils of the sorrowful vegabonds.

Bullied by a few cockroaches, 

a few ants look for sugary syrup occasionally.

"Trust the flow of the snow!", a toothless lady mutters.

Buddha stays in silence.

Everything is in disarray;

The mood of Monalisa strangulates a vegabond's lullaby.

The Child of Innocence is born again,

to stay put with the noisy multitudes.

( Copyright: ©️ Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,Nov13,2025)

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Trespassing the blues

Trespassing the blues

I smiled at her synthetic smile.

My mind becomes an epicentre of her symbiotic mutation.

Our minds spill the ocean of love without an easy swing.

Shyness urges her filibuster smirk to melt with our conversations.

A mad architect ques up his sculpt of love in nothingness.

I don't know how to make him revel in it.

Spaceless blinks sync with my creed and deeds.

I shadow myself in my blues.

Where are we today?

Commotion at its best calls my love forever.

Lost her shadows in nothingness.

My poems live with her love.

(Copyright: ©️ Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,Nov01,2025)

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