sree Jothi

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:
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sree Jothi Poems
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Waiting!
WAITING! Isn't it what we are born for? For something or somewhere! From cradle to grave -
When Silence Sang In A Hug
What is heaven and where lies time? When resting on your bosom With your heart beating Death into the eternity -
What Are We Mad(E) Of
WE ARE MAD(E) SO! Blind us each from the other You realize love sees beyond eyes Keep us each off the other -
Re(Verse)
(RE) VERSE One is two To be won as one -
Sweet Assignment
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
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 -
He
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! -
Reflection
I am your reflection Your shadow, mind and measure Slightly elongated perhaps To compensate other traits -
Walking Shadows
We are the walking shadows Two skin sacks of emptiness Feeding on the fires of craving Each burning in flames of other -
Lost Tracks
Your absence hollowed life beyond measures My eyes have boycotted all sights Complaining for the painful excitement Of ever searching for you in vain. -
Held
You held me from death I tasted the essence of life Willingness gave herself in full Thirst drank with two mouths.
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Resembles the pregnant mother earth
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