Sakkthi Subramaniyam Poems
|1.||How Green Really Is My Valley||11/6/2009|
|2.||Queen’s Land Of Realm In Men||11/6/2009|
|3.||Land Of Mystic Pains||11/6/2009|
|4.||Whimsical Holiday Tale,||11/7/2009|
|5.||Butterfly And Me||11/7/2009|
|6.||Nature Speaks Pain.||11/9/2009|
|7.||Song Of Silent Blood.||11/10/2009|
|8.||The Heights Of Fear.||11/18/2009|
|9.||What Happened To Me.||11/18/2009|
|10.||No Word Of Farewell.||11/28/2009|
|11.||The Sands Of Time||11/28/2009|
|12.||Nights Of Pain.||11/28/2009|
|13.||Roses On Fire||12/2/2009|
|14.||My Light Is Black||12/2/2009|
|15.||Heavenly Rays Of Purity||1/25/2010|
|16.||Shadows In The Mirror||11/9/2009|
|17.||I Am A Murderer.||11/8/2009|
|18.||Alone In The Dark||11/6/2009|
|19.||Every Woman Dreams||11/6/2009|
|20.||Dreams Of Abandoned Child||11/6/2009|
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 ...
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.
Daunting; new lime light, maybe on the way.
Engulfing the darkness around me,
Scaring, tearing all my powers: thrown out
As if I’m a petite, waning me all.