Cocktails
and mocktails,
beautifying
life.
Shimmering lights of glamour cheating soul, pampering
flesh,
a deep lie they believe, in depression.
Ice cubes of an urban life melting
with each heat wave,
of advancing life, technologies;
deceives
conscience , builds hot chambers.
A generation mourns inside; celebrating loud and
lamenting in silence.
His history is written in blood,
Still, no lessons learned,
warm stains of blood thickening.
Monuments of his victory expanding,
in a bonsai pot, shrinking.
The diamond inside him,
still hidden.
A provocative poem, reflecting modern urbanity and dissolution.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for this visit....thanks...:-)
Deletehistory written in blood..still no lessons learned..Ice cubes of an urban life melting
ReplyDeletewith each heat wave...the diamond still hidden... can be read in different ways but there seems to be hope that the diamond comes to shine...
thank you Claudia....hope must be there always...
DeleteReally an excellent piece. I love how this poem has, at least for me, two distinct flavors to it, and watching it transition and to where it ends up at, is truly nicely done. Strong piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this appreciation......:-)
ReplyDeleteYou write such lovely poems, deep and intense and full of meaning. I love visiting your blog for this very same reason. Your poem makes me get in touch with the inner self. Great work again, Sreeja :-)
ReplyDeleteOh this is an honor....thank you so much....:-)
DeleteIce cubes of an urban life melting
ReplyDeletewith each heat wave,
of advancing life, technologies;...nice, really like that...history is written in blood, though we often pretend it is not....
Thank Brian....:-)
DeleteI agree with Claudia, he seems to be such a wastrel, and he is not learning the lessons but, there is hope eventually that the diamond will indeed, shine. Very thought provoking write Sreeja.
ReplyDeleteThank you bren.....:-)
Delete----------speechless !! Amazingly etched..a poignant piece!I liked these lines...
ReplyDelete"A generation mourns inside; celebrating loud and
lamenting in silence.
His history is written in blood,
Still, no lessons learned,"
Take a bow, Sreeja. Great job!
Thank you so much for this blessing Panchaliji.....
DeleteSo much history seems to be written in blood. When will this ever change? A strong poem here, Sreeja!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much....I think i too have repeated this in my writing...:-)...hmmmm some matters haunts you...
DeleteIt's all atory. So what story would serve us best? Must we reamin lost?
ReplyDeleteRobert Frost never seemed to consider that the world might end in fire AND ice!
Make mine an 18-year-old Glenlivet -- on the rocks!
Thank you sir for this visit......we have many other stories..the great one with Ahimsa.........oh I am not being depressed....the diamond is still there..just a matter of discovering.....
DeleteThank you so much sir....bow you....
Beautiful poem Sreeja!!! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you LC....
DeleteEnjoyed your word choices and images. And thanks so much for coming back to visit my blog. The probs I had were related to my Twitter follow me button so I just got rid of it.
ReplyDeleteThank you Victoria... that's good you got rid of it....:-)
DeleteVery very interesting from the git-go!
ReplyDeleteA little dark, but maybe teensy points of light trying to break through in the diamond yet to be shined and shared.
Thank you so much....there is always light...we need to open our eyes...:-)
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