Sakkthi Subramaniyam Poems
|1.||Dreams Of Abandoned Child||11/6/2009|
|2.||I Am A Murderer.||11/8/2009|
|3.||Every Woman Dreams||11/6/2009|
|4.||Alone In The Dark||11/6/2009|
|5.||Shadows In The Mirror||11/9/2009|
|6.||Song Of Silent Blood.||11/10/2009|
|7.||The Heights Of Fear.||11/18/2009|
|8.||What Happened To Me.||11/18/2009|
|9.||No Word Of Farewell.||11/28/2009|
|10.||The Sands Of Time||11/28/2009|
|11.||Nights Of Pain.||11/28/2009|
|12.||Roses On Fire||12/2/2009|
|13.||My Light Is Black||12/2/2009|
|14.||Heavenly Rays Of Purity||1/25/2010|
|15.||Land Of Mystic Pains||11/6/2009|
|16.||How Green Really Is My Valley||11/6/2009|
|17.||Queen’s Land Of Realm In Men||11/6/2009|
|18.||Nature Speaks Pain.||11/9/2009|
|19.||Whimsical Holiday Tale,||11/7/2009|
|20.||Butterfly And Me||11/7/2009|
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,
A tabloid of unutterable thoughts-
Dreams in his heart have breath
Love, people and planet of his own;
Coloring all his objects: he has seized.
And a wide realm of wild reality.
And tears, and tortures, and the touch of his dream.
With all his creations, thoughts has a slime of anger,
To build a tyranny of pleasure and joy.
I would empty my soul of the dream,
That glittered and gathered in me; into ...
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: