It's a vicious circle
rotating around my sun
a black beast sheds its skin
to dramatize a façade,
...
They call me a mad man's muse
a fact I am adapted to,
a lesbian, and why is a question
for maybe I haven't known
...
Once in every five years
the blue ink tattoos
a foolish forefinger
for a promise pronounced
...
The airport was a knight
in shining armour
that took me by hand
to lead me into shapes
...
My grandfather’s house
bears witness to the river’s anklets
drunk by its song
she entices paddy fields and dusty dribble
...
The crown prince
eyes the throne
with a celebrated name
etched on his forehead
...
I saw him
while he never looked,
like a prisoner on parole
I thought I found it
...
A Carnival Of Cliffhangers
It's a vicious circle
rotating around my sun
a black beast sheds its skin
to dramatize a façade,
a character charade
scripted into nine lives
she sinks into the soil
succumbing to sorrow
and out of her sores
she soars into the stratosphere.
There is dark sunshine
which leads to colour blindness,
there is a rainbow that is near yet so far
curtained behind the cold sun.
It has stayed like chilling fever,
nine times death
and a nine timed resurrection,
taping me into loose tights,
It's what others call a circus
and I, a cliff hanger carnival.
she is a wonderful poet...Loves God....I am happy to call her friend......and poet
Rinzu Rajan is a very talented poet. She can weave magic with mundane words and create metaphors and rhymes and rhythms and affect them without the reader ever noticing.