Srivalli Rekha (Semi-Hiatus)'s Blog, page 83

Xenophile

Credit: Ratna Pochiraju
Land away from hersWith structures so oldCenturies of talesOf love, betrayal, and possessionDwelling inside the wallsCall her heartTo reach out and listenTo pry open the secrets hiddenIn the dark passagesThat took lives and saved themAt the whim of men Who liked to conquer
A strange allure the land hadWhile others around her Laughed, smirked, and ridiculedDeciding she fall for the glitterWhen it was the dark pastThat mesmerized her inquisitive soul

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With this Brush

Credit: Ratna Pochiraju
In its tiny feetThe sparrow held a paintbrushTo paint its future
Intent on the thoughtIt flew over the vast skyEnthralling the world#####
Note: The poem is a pair of Haiku- 5-7-5 syllables in each line. 

*********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.

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. 
********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.

Under the Barren Tree

Credit: Ratna Pochiraju

In 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.

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.

Silver Land

Credit: Ratna Pochiraju
A 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.

Restored to Glory

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In 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.

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.

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.

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.