The hardships, pain and agony of life, the iceberg of death, creates the need to escape from its clutches. Shalini achieves it, in this verse, in Different Truths.
Yes I have floated on the iceberg of death
Strange creatures I met
where do you go,
I ask the white clouds
to faraway land they say
I ask have you got the visa
a rara avis they are
filled with joie de vivre
We don’t need it, they say
I envy their carefree life
Oh traveller, take me with you
the wall is my sorrow
break the wall of separatism
And carry me like a paper doll
When I transfigured
Grey became they,
Awaiting the petrichor,
I tag nicknames to every friend
Puffy, Fluffy and Ash
Alas, I became pieces in the rain
My friends cried, cried and cried
Epitome of friendship they were
They turned every piece into a cloud
Now, I keep floating above the iceberg of death
Watching lands and seas, its changing colours
I am enjoying the travel, flirting with nature
I sing aloud, “Why fret for the bygone days”
I got my Passion Fruit and am loving it.
©Shalini Samuel
Photos from the internet.
Shalini Samuel hails from Kanyakumari. She graduated in IT (2006) and did her Masters in Computer Science from Noorul Islam College of Engineering (2008), Kanyakumari. She started writing as a blogger and composed poems that was published in International journals and anthologies. She has ventured into fiction and essays too. She authored a poetry collection ‘Singing Soul’. Her passions include photography, gardening and cooking. She is eager to learn and cherish all kinds of writing.
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