Biography of sree Jothi
Loves poetry in English. An intense feeling for life around aided by a close observation and instant response
sree Jothi's Works:
sree Jothi Poems
WAITING! Isn't it what we are born for? For something or somewhere! From cradle to grave
To hold your delicate frame in my firm arms To rest your aching heart on my warm bosom To kiss you long till the suck fills me or kills me full To see you till the forms turns into a liquid picture
Licensed Rape How would you feel? When a male machine drills your flesh And squeezes the last drops of pleasure
THE PRINCE OF THE NIGHT
I am a “Slum Dog” No freedom to wail my midnight sorrows No collar round my neck
A bio electronic surveillance An unserved legal notice A line of fire not to cross An axe on my imagination
A Grave Evening
The dim cloudy evening Pregnant with inexpressible emotions The postman delivering parcels of past Perhaps mummified memories
PRESENCE OF ABSENCE
She has not spoken a day The world evaporates into inanity Life drifts like an empty cloud Time trickles into tears!
I am your reflection Your shadow, mind and measure Slightly elongated perhaps To compensate other traits
We are the walking shadows Two skin sacks of emptiness Feeding on the fires of craving Each burning in flames of other
Your absence hollowed life beyond measures My eyes have boycotted all sights Complaining for the painful excitement Of ever searching for you in vain.
You held me from death I tasted the essence of life Willingness gave herself in full Thirst drank with two mouths.
A Pregnant Cow
A moving carcass of motherhood Resembles the pregnant mother earth Dragging the hooves bleeding and worn out Hardly driving the pestering flies around
Your absence hollowed life beyond measures
My eyes have boycotted all sights
Complaining for the painful excitement
Of ever searching for you in vain.
The clock of my heart unwound for 5 days
Misbeats to the tunes of death.
The cold blood cuddles in my frozen veins
So hard you can hear the brittle walls cracking