Cyrus is a singer-songwriter from India who has been writing lyrics and music for over four decades.
Lyrics
I see them now:
Mother and Son:
Some distance from me,
Partly hidden by one
Of a dozen Formica
Partitions that lull
And con…
Partitions that lull
And con
Middle-class matrons
And young lovers on trains
Into a false
Sense
Of privacy…
Lulled into that,
Fair, forty and fat,
She holds her unreluctant cherub
In an embrace that
Is very,
Disturbingly
Familiar…
He sits on her lap,
Forward faced:
Her right arm fully
Encompasses his waist,
Palm pressed
At his breast,
For maximum contact…
Circles caressed
On a hairless cheek,
Petulant questions-
But she doesn’t speak,
Translucent ears
Buried under
Parental kisses…
Disturbingly familiar,
Forty and eight…
I suddenly realise
That last night,
This
Was exactly
How I held you…
