Biography of Sakkthi Subramaniyam
Hello Elite Poets,
I’m Sathiyaraj (Sakkthi Subramaniyam) , Doctoral student in Plant Physiology in one of the leading Agricultural universities (TNAU) in India. Though I have written to be specific I have scribbled during my school days, somehow due to lack of inspiration and time, I haven’t cultivated into a habit of writing. After that, havoc of incidents started collapsing my mind then started to rejuvenate from that impuissance. Then I started to scribble; all works here are scribbling nothing more than that. I am still in the process of nurturing me into a petite poet amidst giants.
I am from Salem, India. It is a Geologist's paradise, surrounded by hills and the landscape dotted with hillocks.
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Sakkthi Subramaniyam Poems
Dreams Of Abandoned Child
I met him in an evening: Along with god and nature; nearby pain sea. The child whom I spoke- was all alone. I sat him, seized and traced the words,
Every Woman Dreams
One way or another, every one tangled in sphere, Some have aspirations that never come to pass, Others have reminiscences of what never happened, Some are apathetic and ineffectual in all spheres.
Alone In The Dark
I'm in the street, in a street all lonely, Walking, walking and never looking back, At the point my path is mingled with the black, I seem to see a phantom wait for me.
I Am A Murderer.
Shadow of Death, lurks on my way. I can hear him snickering. Coming up for me, because I am a murderer.
Shadows In The Mirror
Shadows in the mirror With memories of his midnight, Is that you, with aglow on face? Sad and pale filled with pain.
No Word Of Farewell.
You painted my mind Woven with selfless enthusiasm thrive. God only made you as my professor. To mold this delinquent bozo,
What Happened To Me.
I am desperate, full of anguish. I tried to write something; even a single word. All my words disappeared; diffused and disintegrated. I am vaporized, nothing filters in my mind.
The Heights Of Fear.
A strange fear of the unknown, The unknown path with untold mystery; untold path yet to unfold before me. My face obscured behind the darkness,
Song Of Silent Blood.
I sit alone in the dark and listen, The sounds of emptiness staggering with pain; broken dreams, hollow love.
Nature Speaks Pain.
A phantom arose before me with distrustful faces. Crossed fingers with many immortal odes, Depicts immense life of beauty, power and pain, You may not seer with pinnacles as you go;
Butterfly And Me
I extended my hands, To chase, touch the butterfly. Colors spilled on me - As if a rainbow circled me.
Whimsical Holiday Tale,
A whimsical tale; holiday tale, A sanctitude holiday nearing me with azaleas, Those happy days clouded in my heart. Rejoicing over past memories
Land Of Mystic Pains
Unsupported and unheard goes all cries. Torment heart ebbing from mystic pains, From dawn to dusk: fight for survival, Only a body of flesh without soul-
Queen’s Land Of Realm In Men
Love is our mother, alchemy of nature Love is our mother, whatever befalls love: Befalls the sons of the earth, Delving into many layers of love,
Every Woman Dreams
One way or another, every one tangled in sphere,
Some have aspirations that never come to pass,
Others have reminiscences of what never happened,
Some are apathetic and ineffectual in all spheres.
Others disdain for breaking boundaries,
Some get evoked at high decibels,
Others rush back to the ring of safety with apace-
Some disappear in nothing, in the world of nix: