Serendipitous Voyages
Don’t
you know what I search in your finger tips!
Yes,
we have passed miles of miseries
Crossed
deserts of startling realities
Sailed
through deep sea of emotions
Met
wilderness of relations
Yet
we refused to part
When
we climbed to the mountain
Storms
were strong avalanches were heavy
And
we held our hands together
Was
it when you trapped in the crevasse
Or
when I fell from the cliff
I
don’t remember
I
heard a mysterious echo in my heart
The
word I breathed was friendship
Why Do You
Break Her Bangles?
When
the little green life
Woke
up to the light
She
got her first bangle
As
Little beaks showered
Better
grew the green life
Gifting
new bangles
When
it drizzled
Conifers
smiled with joy
Blessed
her more bangles
Sharing
legends
The
warm breeze
Befriended
Jingling bangles
Dancing
watery fairies
Cooled
her bejeweled hands
Enchanted
her bangles
The
voracious folks
Marched
to the paradise
Breaking
her dear bangles
Gordian
knots
Tightened,
scattering
Her
lovely green bangles
A
thousand toothed arms
Attacked
mercilessly
Conquered
her bangles
Sobbing
broken pieces
Pierced
her heart
Silenced
her bangles
Seeing
the chewed green dreams
The
wind whispered
Why
do you break her bangles?
The Denouement
She
made her way down the tapered road,
That
burned black in the sun.
With
naked feet so supple,
As
an icy cube placed in an oven,
Raised
her head, marched to the play.
Sunlight
scorched those little eyes,
Which
could dream only but two spoonful of rice.
She
jumped right, made a somersault,
Touched
her nose with those sizzling legs.
And
she jumped left, sighed the wind,
Walked
with her hands upside down.
Tiny
hands moved left and right,
Up
and down, jumped and crawled.
One
by one gathered from here and there,
Gazing
at her with a sensitive nod.
Burned
skin and empty stomach,
Twitched
her lips again and again.
Coins
dropped from hither and thither,
Blistered
in the dark road laid straight,
Not
enough for a full meal.
As
the crowd withdrew,
Her
brown naughty hairs,
Bounced
her cheeks glistened with tears.
Dashed
the wheels of weary thoughts,
I
hungered to speak
Seena Sreevalson
Seena Sreevalson is a poet , translator
and editor from Kerala, India. She writes poetry in English and Malayalam. Her
major themes include feminine sensibilities, nature, ecological issues and
social issues. She has presented her poems in several national and
international poetry fests. Her poems have also been featured in many
international poetry anthologies. She is a teacher by profession and also a
classical dancer who experiments in visual aspects of poetry. She has compiled
and edited an Anthology The Current. which consists poems from 40 nations
across the Globe She has directed Prime Poetry Festival , Kerala 2019.