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Colors

13 Jun

by Mani G. Iyer

On drives, long and lazy
as is wont of her
she reveals in color,
the moving panorama.
 
In autumn, her palette flows
with shimmering yellows,
fiery reds, mesmerizing maroons,
reluctant greens and soothing oranges.
 
And come spring and summer
it is the spectrum of vibrant greens
with the rare rainbow resplendent
enough to enthrall for many a moment.
 
On this bright wintry day
I brace myself for the pale grey,
the near nakedness, a lusty yellow
brazenly stripping stubborn whites.
 
Instead, she said—
in a metallic red, two braided blacks
billowing blues from slender whites
delicately dangling out of pastel pinks.
 

Mani G. Iyer was born and raised in Bombay, India and has lived in the United States since 1985.  He is deaf-blind due to Usher Syndrome.  He became deaf by the age of 4, night-blind by the age of 12, and now has very little usable vision.  Writing has always been a passion for Mani and has done a writing fellowship at the Vermont Studio Center.  He has also just started a writing group called “The Good Word.”

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The Copper Bowl

8 Nov

by Mani G. Iyer

If it weren’t for the stumps
of his hands,
occasionally swatting those
irritable flies, and
the copper bowl
in the center
of his squatted presence,
you could easily mistake him, for
a heap of dead human flesh. 
The creased bowl was always filled
with the grace of
human beings, and
he acknowledged them
with a twitch of a smile,
perhaps painful,
due to unrelenting nerves, and
his hands, that failed to meet,
raised in gratitude. 
You could never see his legs
beyond the cracked bowl, for
he had none, and
you wondered how
he conducted life’s daily rituals
on a roller board, and
appear like clockwork
for years, at the same
latitude and longitude. 
Nobody knows what became of him
when his abode of the street corner
near a temple,
was disinfected, and
there was no sign
of his defiance, nor
his  life-sustaining bowl, and
the once stubborn flies
left, no tombstone. 

Mani G. Iyer was born and raised in Bombay, India and has lived in the United States since 1985.  He is deaf-blind due to Usher Syndrome Type 2.  He became deaf by the age of 4, night-blind by the age of 12, and now has very little usable vision.  Writing poetry has been a creative outlet for him since the age of 18.

(Every so often, I like to re-post one of my favorite pieces submitted to Vision Through Words.  We have been lucky to have so many talented writers contribute t the blog.  Thank you!)

Who Am I?

29 Jun

By Mani G. Iyer

(A Human Object)

From a void
I descend on this earth
aimless, unwilling,
an anonymous instance
of the species
of homo sapiens,
against my design. 
Carrying the baggage
of the human condition everywhere
I drift for miles
leaving a trail of
happiness, suffering and pain
on paths
directed, chosen or mistaken 
From one crossroad to another
I trudge till my legs give away
and I fade into dust
a photograph
a memory
a leaf of a family tree
into a void 
From void to void
who am I? 

Mani G. Iyer was born and raised in Bombay, India and has lived in the United States since 1985.  He is deaf-blind due to Usher Syndrome Type 2.  He became deaf by the age of 4, night-blind by the age of 12, and now has very little usable vision. He has written poetry since the age of 18.