Srivalli Rekha (Semi Hiatus)'s Blog, page 83
April 24, 2020
Vanished Forever
Credit: Ratna Pochiraju
VillageEmpty housesLifeless trees, vacant skyThey left it to ruin years agoThat night
Oh, why?No one to speak;Shh! Listen to the criesEchoing in the haunting wind;Help us!
#####Note: The poem is a pair of Cinquains- 2-4-6-8-2 syllables in each line.
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April 23, 2020
Under the Barren Tree
Credit: Ratna PochirajuIn an old tee and track that smelled of mothballsShe sat under the barren tree
When scattered thoughts refused to obeyShe sat under the barren tree
Questions bizarre flooded her mindShe sat under the barren tree
Beside the puddle, reflecting their sad lifeShe sat under the barren tree
Musing if it was the season of late rains or early autumnShe sat under the barren tree
Wondering if the old tree would live throughShe sat under the barren tree
Thinking if the shade would be missed or the fragranceShe sat under the barren tree
Pondering if the distant blur was indeed purpleShe sat under the barren tree
As the colors of Nature watched her moodShe sat under the barren tree
Her heart whispering aloud the pent up agonyShe sat under the barren tree
Was it really a curse to be barren; no one seemed to answerShe sat under the barren tree
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Note: The poem is written in Chant style, a favorite of mine.
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For more poems, check out Violets in Hand
For a dose of horror, check out the latest book onboard Route 13: Highway to Hell. The book is free on KU.
Read the other poems here. *****Are you a writer? Here’s a great opportunity to get published. The Hive is inviting submissions for their next anthology. To know more details, click here.
April 22, 2020
To Walk Through the Snow
Credit: Ratna Pochiraju Together they were a teamA man and his faithful furry friendAlone yet never lonelyThey lived, laughed, and lazedIn a small hut across the snow
Twice a day they venturedTo step into the world that wasn’t theirsSide by side, they strolledAs the snow piled highBringing the Alps to this unknown city
The dog barked, greeting the bare treesThe man smiled, wishing them new leavesThe icy wind blew gentler Waiting for them to walk back home
The happy team took their timeHumming a melody that was a favoriteAnd the narrator paused writingWondering what it wasTo walk through the snow.
********For more poems, check out Violets in Hand
For a dose of horror, check out the latest book onboard Route 13: Highway to Hell. The book is free on KU.
Read the other poems here. *****Are you a writer? Here’s a great opportunity to get published. The Hive is inviting submissions for their next anthology. To know more details, click here.
April 21, 2020
Silver Land
Credit: Ratna PochirajuA land beyond the land we knowFar far away, deep in the galaxiesA mirage, an alluring reflectionOf what could have beenShould have beenWould have beenIf this world remained pure
As the crystal water
Silver Land, it was christenedBy the angels that dippedIn the sparkling lakeTheir laughter echoing In the rippling waterfallsShimmering down the diamond hills
The land was lush-Come summer or winterThe trees burgeoned Their fresh leaves spread aroundCompeting with the silvery auraThat encompassed the land
No human dared to dreamA land so pristineWhere darkness perishedBlinded by the lustrous light
********For more poems, check out Violets in Hand
For a dose of horror, check out the latest book onboard Route 13: Highway to Hell. The book is free on KU.
Read the other poems here. *****Are you a writer? Here’s a great opportunity to get published. The Hive is inviting submissions for their next anthology. To know more details, click here.
April 20, 2020
Restored to Glory
Credit: Ratna PochirajuIn full bloom againThe majestic tree stood tallGreen leaves shimmeringNature flourished; splendorousHumans stepped back to bow down
#####Note: The poem is written in Tanka style- 5-7-5-7-7. There is something about Japanese forms and Nature that blend so well.
********For more poems, check out Violets in Hand
For a dose of horror, check out the latest book onboard Route 13: Highway to Hell. The book is free on KU.
Read the other poems here. *****Are you a writer? Here’s a great opportunity to get published. The Hive is inviting submissions for their next anthology. To know more details, click here.
April 19, 2020
Quietude
Credit: Ratna Pochiraju Surrounded by the palest of bluesOr was it the result of a divine conjoinmentTinged with the serene aura Of the man who sat in the middle of it
With hair knotted into a top bunAn old shawl draped around The shoulders in relaxed grace The man stayed deep in meditation
Was this peace, the breeze wonderedWas this acceptance, the waves ponderedWas this life, the sky musedAs they awaited, inquisitive for an answer
Years blended into decadesThe world raced ahead, trying to take over timeWhile Nature took a long break And melted into the man Who remained among them or time immemorial
Was there anything as soothingWhen even Mother Nature bowedTo the tranquility in the man That one could rarely achieve
*******For more poems, check out Violets in Hand
For a dose of horror, check out the latest book onboard Route 13: Highway to Hell. The book is free on KU.
Read the other poems here. *****Are you a writer? Here’s a great opportunity to get published. The Hive is inviting submissions for their next anthology. To know more details, click here.
April 17, 2020
Purple Feather
Credit: Ratna Pochiraju A featherA single featherIn a strange purple colorSoft and gentle, light and fragileIt danced and twirled in the windLanding on my outstretched palmOut of nowhere, it curled around my fingersSoothing my racing heart with a tender caress;How strange was the sight of a wayward featherFluttering in my trembling handSmiling at me with assuranceThat we were somehow meant to be-Two directionless, lonely creaturesDrifting along with none to call our ownMeeting on a nameless landTo become
Mates forever.
#####Note: The shape was supposed to resemble a feather. It's called 'I tried'.
********For more poems, check out Violets in Hand
For a dose of horror, check out the latest book onboard Route 13: Highway to Hell. The book is free on KU.
Read the other poems here. *****Are you a writer? Here’s a great opportunity to get published. The Hive is inviting submissions for their next anthology. To know more details, click here.
April 16, 2020
Oranges of Autumn
Credit: Ratna Pochiraju One chilly morningSunrays illuminatedThe divinity In the graceful death of leavesCherishing autumn’s love-gift.
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Note: The poem is written in Tanka style with 5-7-5-7-7 syllables in each line respectively.
********For more poems, check out Violets in Hand
For a dose of horror, check out the latest book onboard Route 13: Highway to Hell. The book is free on KU.
Read the other poems here. *****Are you a writer? Here’s a great opportunity to get published. The Hive is inviting submissions for their next anthology. To know more details, click here.
April 15, 2020
Nomadic Life
Credit: Ratna PochirajuHe paddled to a side
On the wet, slippery roadDrenched with rain In the month of winter
The old shabby coat The battered hatThe worn-out shoesAnd the even older cycle-None he ownedYet to him they belongedJust as he belongedTo the path that never ended
The ride wouldn’t waitThe journey wouldn’t stopThe man wouldn’t pause;Not unlessThe path decided his fate And put him to rest; in peace.
********For more poems, check out Violets in Hand
For a dose of horror, check out the latest book onboard Route 13: Highway to Hell. The book is free on KU.
Read the other poems here. *****Are you a writer? Here’s a great opportunity to get published. The Hive is inviting submissions for their next anthology. To know more details, click here.
April 14, 2020
My Favorite Window
Credit: Ratna PochirajuHow I waitFor the night to darkenFor the moon to shineFor the silver rays to illuminate The lone creeper Curled around the rusty iron rod
Tonight, I gaspWatching in delightAs a single white flower bloomsWinking at my surprisePleased with the attention I lavish
Contrasting the inky nightThe creeper flourishes Promising to give me more flowersAs the moon waxes & wanesWhile the seasons glide by
Every night I stand My fingers resting on the windowMy eyes staring into the dark As the breeze tickles my hair And the creeper whispers secrets
With no door to close The window lies open Gifting me light, rain, and windDried leaves and torn flowersLaughter, cries, and shrieksOf the world outside That never accepted meAs one of their own.
********For more poems, check out Violets in Hand
For a dose of horror, check out the latest book onboard Route 13: Highway to Hell. The book is free on KU.
Read the other poems here. *****Are you a writer? Here’s a great opportunity to get published. The Hive is inviting submissions for their next anthology. To know more details, click here.
