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Sj Sangeetha Poem
Soosa plans to go on a cycle ride,
to a distant place, misty and wild
where nature’s beauty could be seen
the fog that could ensnare the eye.
The teen girl was blissfully alone,
rides through the chill in the air
a strange sound made her groan,
Turning around, she saw a boy there.
Was shivering, with no woollen cloth,
Soosa stopped and offered him a ride
he said, “my home is not too far Soosa”
she rides merrily, with him by her side.
No words between them passed,
until he quietly said,”Take a turn.”
the mist around was thickening fast
Soosa felt afraid and wanted to return.
Breaking the lock, she started to drive,
when she looked behind, he was gone
sees, the two ends of the road decline,
submerges to form a mountain pass.
Scares, for the width was narrowing,
was about to become a frozen girl.
then a trembling sound was heard,
Boris was there, with two fireballs.
Soosa followed his instructions,
the orange lights pierced the mist
thinks, Boris is a divine intervention
he helped her escape a life of twists.
The light was dimming, her hope too,
Boris whispered, “Open your eyes.”
she was back home, joins her family
blessed by Boris, her inner guide!
*The shadow of a being always follows. It never overtakes.
Here Boris is depicted as the shadow of Soosa. Her rescuer
was she herself!
Copyright © SJ Sangeetha | Year Posted 2024
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Sj Sangeetha Poem
''Mighty: 'Mira, have you seen the dam's reservoir level rise?''
Its water spills over, a dangerous disguise
Mira: ''Yes, I have, my friend. It is a terrible sight
The flood brings a destructive might".
Mighty: ''The Engineers, they say it is all for good.
To generate power, for the people's hood.
But what about the homes and lands below?
The waters rage, will they ever know?''
Mira: ''The dam stands tall between us two.
A symbol of man's power, but also their woo.
Nature's force, cannot withstand.
The flood's fury will sweep through this land''.
Mighty: ''Oh! Mira, I fear for those downstream.
Their safety and homes seem like a terrible dream.
The water's rise knows no bounds.
Its power is immense, it knows no grounds."
Mira: '' But still, we stand strong, like guardians of old.
Witnesses to man's might, and to nature's hold.
And though the flood may come, with all its might.
We'll stand here forever, throughout day and night".
So let the flood rage on, with all its might
For man and nature, will surely fight
And though the dam may falter, and the water may spill.
Our strength will stand steadfast still.
Copyright © SJ Sangeetha | Year Posted 2024
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Sj Sangeetha Poem
As night falls, a dark melody
fills the air with a feeling so deep
it is the song of a dark rose
tweeting near a corner fence.
Dahlia, a withered pale woman
lies on a granite slab, still and serene
The song transforms the air, calm
infuse her chill cells, pungent.
Cells overhaul false refluxes
taint her veins with lethal hues
rose rummages the window
like a creeper it probes in disguise.
A noise of a phantom stirs in the void
The deadbeat song reaches its peak
undermining her heart waves
the roaming restless phantom roars.
"Who is the next cadaver to join me?''
then dark rose turns from grey to white
the source of the call slowly deranges
with the rise of a promising dawn.
The sunrays pack her vitals with life
a dark rose is reborn, its music unheard
may *Prana saves helpless cadavers once again
a wish for a dark song seems wanted.
*Prana, a Sanskrit word meaning breath, a life-giving force.
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Sj Sangeetha Poem
Pedestrians and carts, travellers of time,
In a fleeting mode, together they blame
Here and there, they cross each other
In the vast expanse of life!
Touching, distancing, talking and silent.
They laugh, argue and share their tales-
Of joy, woe and love’s unveiled frails-
Hand in hand, they tread in a land, timeless.
As they moved through threads of fate,
Her eyes fall on a human form on footpath
Shabby form, soiled clothes and grey beard-
Hidden in the ripples of cosmic pond.
Mangled hairlike roots tied in time,
He stares with blood-red mongoose eyes.
In her gaze, a world unfolds, voice trapped-
A singular vision, a tale untold!
Left a food packet, by the torn feet
Dirty hands took it in mechanic style.
A gaze by pair of stony, red eyes-
A tale of past, lie within her heart.
Between despair, losses and uncertainties,
A bond forged, like a mirage’s grace.
Whirlpools and hot streams from within
Drowned her world of love, perished.
When he savored the food in greed,
The ocean of compassion filled her eyes.
In his outstretched hands, she gave
A bottle of water, from her soul in awe.
Moments of life’s qualms
Froze in the depths of her heart’s ocean!
Moments of the dreams faded-
When the stranger vanished from sight.
Was it you, my childhood friend?
Or my sibling lost in void?
Aren’t you the messenger of my ancestors?
You can’t vanish; you are safe in my memory!
Copyright © SJ Sangeetha | Year Posted 2024
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